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chapter thirty-two, love me like a husband would.
THE NEWLYWEDS HAD JUST ARRIVED AT THEIR HONEYMOON HOME, it was located in Italy and it was the perfect place to start their marriage. Aaron was sitting on the couch, going over some plans for their coronation—which would be soon.
Francesca had changed out of her wedding dress and into her nightgown, her thoughts swaying as she realized they are allowed to share a bed now. She padded out of the bedroom and into the living room, walking up behind Aaron.
"Coronation plans?" Francesca asked, and when she got just a nod from Aaron, she groaned. "The coronation still has time, why don't you put that away."
"If I don't do it now, it'll never get done." Aaron said softly, still focused in on the plans.
"Exactly! Get it done!" Francesca exclaimed, walking over to him and snatching the papers from him. Her hands fell at her sides, her nightgown hugging her form as her cheeks flushed.
"Honey, are you okay?" Aaron asked, his eyebrow raised in confusion. He leaned forward, concern eating at his features.
"Aaron, did we or did we not just get married?"
"We did," Aaron said, a soft smile on his face as he remembers the moment.
"And what are husband and wives supposed to do on their wedding night?" Francesca asked, her frustration showing through her words.
"Francesca....are you seriously asking me to make love to you? Like I already don't want to? You misjudged me, love," Aaron grinned.
"Yes! Now, are you going to love to me like a husband would?" Francesca said, crossing her arms. A soft flush raised on her cheeks.
"I can do more than that, darling. How about I love you like a prince would," Aaron stood up, reaching out to pull her closer to him. His hands rested on her hips, pulling her flush against him.
A soft gasp escaped Francesca's lips, her chest rising and falling against his. The strings of her nightgown were quickly pulled at by Aaron, his head dipping low to kiss at her neck.
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A soft moan rolled off of her tongue, her head tilting to give him more access. He pushed the rest of the nightgown off of her shoulders, exposing her to him even more. Aaron pulled back, looking Francesca up and down. His eyes darkened in lust as he realized only one piece of clothing was on her body.
