Honeymoon confessions

Ch 22

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Justin studied her backside as she took the lead, swaying her into the suit. Slowly he could feel himself get hard at the thought of saying her naked, shivering underneath him, as he pounded into
her, making her forget she was angry at him. As much as she tried to mask it, he could sense the tension. Sex has always been his most effective method of forgetfulness when dealing with a woman and Shandell proved to be no exception- in his perspective.

He swiftly slammed her body against his as he buried his head in between her neck.

Shandell could feel him get hard as each second passed. She was a smart woman and although her husband did not give her credit for it, she knew how to play her cards to get the desired results. Now, she wanted a happy, long lasting marriage and was going to do whatever to achieve it.

"Do you feel how hard you make me?" He whispered sensually. His voice, sending a shiver through her entire body.

"Hard enough to want to remain married?" she asked in a very sassy tone.

She could feel him smirk against her neck. Slowly, his tongue rolled out his tongue and onto her neck and he started sucking on it. His gentle nature turned hard and soon she would feel his teeth lightly graze the area, then bite hard.

"Ow!" she groaned, more in pleasure than pain.

His rough hands travelled down her thigh, parting the slit on her dress and to her panties. He groaned as he felt the design patterns on her now soaked lace pantie.

Shandell thrusted her pelvis forward, eager for his touch inside her.

"I hate you right now," she finally confessed.

It wasn't the type that run deep. She just didn't appreciate the roller coaster he was taking her on. She wanted to scream it to him for some time now but didn't want to worsen their situation.

"I know," he admitted. "I'm an asshole. So please," His fingers marched inside her panties and against her slit, "...let me make it up to you."

Just as she moaned, Nora barged into the room, taking the couple aback and away from each other. The dark-haired was too deep into her agenda, she failed to realize what she had interrupted. Her face read pure disrupt with sweat staining her forehead.

"Justin, Shandell!" She exclaimed, "Did you hear that?"

The two looked at each other before Shandell stepped past Justin to her. "What's going on?"

"Gunshots where heard from Suite 840," she breathed.

Cristian mindlessly pushed past his wife, "Michelle and Cristian's Suite?" Nora responded with a vigorous nod. "What happened?"

"Baby, relax," Shandell advised. He ignored her and asked his question again. "I'm not sure but the maid told Ronan Cristian shot at Michelle."

"What!" he cried.

He was ready to spear out the room to her. "Justin, calm down," Shandell tried reasoning with him. She could not understand why he was so passionate about the matter. Yes, she felt bad for Michelle, but she was certain the issue was not as severe as the maid put it.

Shandell's comment came from a good place, but Justin wouldn't see it like that. He grimaced at her comment. He was well-aware the two did not like each other but this was his lover's life on the line- everyone was the enemy.