𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter-38

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"Myra..." Diego murmured her name against her skin, his deep voice laced with desire as he claimed her with unrelenting passion. Myra arched beneath him, her fingers curling into his muscular back, her nails leaving faint trails on his skin as waves of pleasure coursed through her. 

Diego's lips trailed down the curve of her neck, finding the sensitive spot just above her collarbone, where he pressed a sensual bite that sent shivers through her body. Her breath hitched, her moan filling the quiet room as she clung to him, utterly lost in his touch.

It was 4 AM, and Diego showed no signs of slowing down. The night had begun with the gentle glow of birthday candles and ended in the smoldering heat of his relentless devotion. 

Myra's thoughts drifted briefly to the moment it all began—when the celebration ended just past midnight. Without warning, Diego had scooped her up effortlessly, tossing her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing.

"Diego!" she gasped, her surprise quickly melting into laughter as he carried her away.

When she tried to remind him of the hour, suggesting they should rest, his smoldering gaze locked onto hers. "Couples don't watch the clock, my moon," he replied teasingly. "Especially not me—not when my wife is looking this ravishing."

His words had drawn a soft, shy smile from her, her cheeks tinged with warmth. She had chosen the white dress deliberately, knowing it would please him. Diego had once confessed that he loved seeing her in white, saying it made her look like the moon she was, his moon.

Tonight, she had prepared herself with care, the dress a quiet gift for the man she loved. But Diego's reaction had been anything but quiet. The moment he saw her, his dark, smoldering eyes ignited with hunger, and she knew there would be no escape from his attention.

Now, as the night stretched into early morning, his love for her showed no signs of diminishing. Every touch, every kiss, was a testament to his desire, and Myra could do nothing but surrender completely to him.

Honestly, Myra felt a tinge of sadness tugging at her heart. She had wanted to give Diego a proper birthday gift, but time hadn't been on her side.

She'd only known about his birthday a few hours before all the preparations were finalized, and with everything moving so quickly, she hadn't even had a chance to think of something meaningful.

Diego was unimaginably wealthy—what could she possibly give a man who seemed to have everything?

That nagging thought had consumed her until one idea finally surfaced: herself. Not in an extravagant way, but in a simple white outfit, knowing it was something Diego adored. 

He had once told her that white made her look ethereal, like a moonlit goddess. It was all she could manage at the moment, but she hoped it would be enough.

"Ah!" A sharp, pained moan slipped from Myra's lips as Diego sank his teeth into her shoulder, leaving his mark—a possessive imprint that made her shiver.

"Where are you so lost, my moon?" Diego's deep, husky voice pulled her from her thoughts. He finally released her, easing his grip, though his smirk hinted at his satisfaction. He stretched out beside her, pulling Myra close until her soft, trembling body rested against his.

Myra buried her flushed face against his chest, her breath still ragged from their hours-long intimacy. Diego's hands wandered to her bare back, his fingertips brushing over the marks he had left—a physical testament to his claim on her. She could feel the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin, even as her body ached with exhaustion.