“Without a fucking doubt.” He squeezed my ass, his other hand wrapping around my neck as he kissed me once more, squeezing my throat slightly, cutting off my air supply for a moment. At five feet five inches, even in heels I didn’t quite match his six-foot-four frame. “I better stop then, but tonight I think I want you to do just that.” I murmured sensually, tiptoeing and kissing his jaw. Some of our closest family and friends were waiting right outside too. Today was our twin baby girl’s sixth birthday party. My stomach fluttered, and as much as that sounded appealing, I knew we had to head outside. “Oh yeah? Keep at that and I’m tearing this fucking dress right off you and fucking you right here. “We should go outside before the kids and everyone else realise that we are taking far too long…” I whispered, running my hand down his chiselled abs, loving the way they felt through the fabric of his shirt, before playing with his belt. “Fuck, Amore Mio…” He growled, pulling away, breathing hard, his eyes flickered from red to black as he tried to control his emotions. I moaned helplessly, unable to fight the pleasure that threatened to drown me.
I loved the way he conquered me, the way he consumed me, the way he kissed me… No matter how strong I was, in his arms I was helpless, and I loved it. His hand ran up my thigh, the other squeezing my ass and I felt him throb against me, groaning into my mouth as he dominated me completely. His body was moulded against mine, his lips came crashing against mine in a hot, sizzling kiss that sent sparks exploding within me and pleasure straight to my core, making me clench my thighs together as I kissed him back with equal pleasure and passion. In a flash, I was slammed against the wall next to the vanity table, making me gasp. “Then kiss me like it’s the first damn time.” I whispered seductively, locking my arms around his neck, my long nails scraping down his skin.
“It’s been nine fucking years we’ve been together, but every fucking time I see you, it feels like it’s for the first fucking time…” His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me against his firm body, making me gasp as the intense sparks sizzled through me. The power and arrogance in his every step exuded dominance and his rank. “If beauty could fucking kill, I’d be dead right now.” His deep, seductive voice came, making a whisper of pleasure wash over me as he made his way towards me.
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