𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑨: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐞 - Yours With All My Heart

|47|•ꜰɪʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ•(🌶️)

ANIRUDH

Last night, I was hard as a rock, every fiber of me pulsing with desire. I was absolutely certain my butterfly was dreaming-dreaming of me, dreaming of us. Of me taking her, filling her, making her mine again and again. I could tell from the way her lips parted, the faint moans that slipped through, her thighs pressing together as if she was holding onto the memory of me deep inside her even in sleep. I watched her, barely sleeping myself, completely captivated by her.

Wasn't she my innocent little wife? The same one who, not so long ago, didn't know what happened on wedding nights? But thanks to me, she isn't that naïve Bondita anymore. I've seen the shift in her, the way she tries to hide her thoughts behind those shy glances. But I know what stirs beneath the surface, what she thinks about when she believes no one is watching. And damn, I love her for it. I fucking love my butterfly.

When morning came, I woke to find her still asleep, her body relaxed in the early light. But as my gaze traveled lower, there it was-a wet patch, soaked through her panties, proof of the dreams that had consumed her through the night. Proof that she was thinking of me, of us.

I covered her gently, letting her sleep a little longer, and made my way to the shower. But even under the water, all I could think about was her moans, the way her body had moved in her sleep. What was she dreaming? What were we doing in that dirty little dream of hers? The thought drove me wild.

I couldn't take it anymore. When I came back, she was still tangled in that dream, soft moans escaping her lips, her body responding to whatever fantasy she was lost in. It was too much. I couldn't resist any longer. Slowly, I pulled off the single piece of clothing she had on, revealing the soft, vulnerable skin beneath.

Without wasting a second, I buried my face between her thighs, tasting the sweetness she was trying to hide. The moment her eyes fluttered open, a sharp gasp escaped her, her cheeks turning the deepest shade of red. God, just imagining her ass turning that same shade as I spank her made me harder than ever.

"Good morning, Butterfly," I whispered against her skin, knowing this was only the beginning.

Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy from sleep, but the moment she registered what was happening, they widened in shock, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Is this the way you wake anyone up?" she asked, her voice a soft, breathless accusation, though there was no real anger behind it.

I chuckled, the sound deep in my throat, and gave her another long, slow lick, savoring the way she trembled beneath me. "This is the way I wake my wife," I replied with a wicked grin, my words dripping with possessiveness.

"You're an asshole," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the second those words left her lips, something dark and primal surged inside me. Hearing her use such language, my sweet, innocent Bondita, only made me harder. She was so shy, so pure, yet here she was, trying to curse me out in the most fragile voice imaginable. It was intoxicating.

Reluctantly, I moved away from between her legs, earning an irritated glare from her. Her eyes narrowed as she snapped at me, her voice more commanding than I was used to, "Are you seriously not going to finish what you started?"

A smirk played on my lips at her audacity, the power in her words making my pulse quicken. I bent down slightly, teasingly brushing my fingers over her wetness, just enough to make her body twitch in anticipation. "No, baby," I said, my tone full of teasing menace. "I'm running late."

Her eyes widened in disbelief as I pulled my hand away, leaving her on edge. "But," I added, my voice low and suggestive, "you can continue yourself, hm?"

She blinked, her face a mix of confusion and embarrassment. "W-What do you mean?" she stammered, her voice trembling as the realization slowly dawned on her. "Continue... myself?"