My gift and my curse {BLOOD ON THE DANCE FLOOR fanfic}

The honeymoon

Dhavie carried me to the limo that then drove us to the airport. After we were on the plane and settled in I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep. A few hours later Dhavie woke me up shaking my shoulder "wake up beautiful we're here." He says as I wake up slowly looking out the window and seeing the fog of London. "Come on babe lets get to the hotel." I say grabbing my bag.

After we check into the hotel he carried me in a bridal hold to our room, some people stared at him and a girl wearing a blood on the dance floor shirt glares at me obviously pissed off, Dhavie looks at her and kisses me passionately "don't worry babe they're just jealous." He says looking into my eyes.

The next thing I know he locks the door to our hotel room and kisses me like crazy "ready babe?" He says stopping the trail of kisses and love bites he was making from my jaw line to my shoulder earning soft moans "I-I'm ready babe." I say softy. He pins me on the bed and takes off his shirt and jeans, I take off my shirt and blush a little "damn baby." He says looking at my chest as he hooks his finger on the waist of my jeans ripping them off along with my thong. I kiss him as he lines himself up between my legs, I bite my lip as I feel him teasing my entrance "b-babe please." I say shuddering from the sudden waves of pleasure crashing against me. He slams into me making me cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain "d-damn your tight." He groans as he rocks his hips into me, both of us a moaning mess. I felt a knot growing in my stomach "b-babe I-I'm close."

"I-i am too h-hold it for a while baby." He groaned. Soon he threw his head back and moaned letting loose in me making me clench around him and fall over the cliff. As he laid down next to me pulling me close he whispered "I love you my beautiful wife."