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He itched to close the distance between them, to claim her right there and then. However, he held back.

Despite his raging desire, he knew he must not rush it. He needed to savor the moment.

He approached her again, his eyes boring into hers. When he finally took her lips again, it was fast. With the kiss, he communicated how much he wanted her.

This time, his hands trailed slowly over her back and shoulders, caressing her, savoring her. Ava melted against him, her knees buckling.

He groaned as his member strained against the tight confines of his pants. It needed to be set free.

Ava suddenly pulled back. “It is only fair that you take off your clothes too,” she said.

She is right.

With the speed of lightning, Edwin attacked his clothes, and in a brief moment, they were gone. He was now naked, save for the mask on his face.

He watched as his wife’s eyes widened in admiration.

“Your body,” she whispered, raising a tentative hand as though unsure whether she could touch him.

Edwin gave her an encouraging nod, prompting her to run her hands over his chiseled chest and muscular arms.

He heard her breath hitch when her eyes traveled down to his stiff member. Her face reddened.

“Are you certain you want this?” he asked, nodding towards his member.

Instead of responding, Ava smiled and beckoned to him as she walked backward to her bed.

Edwin followed her. By the time he reached her bed, she was already sprawled on it, her back slightly arched. He swiftly climbed in after her.

“I have dreamed of this ever since I met you in that dark passageway,” she breathed.

There was no doubt about it—she was ready.

He raked his eyes over her once more, marveling at her beauty.

Her pale skin was a sharp contrast to the red bedding, and her hair was spread over the pillow, framing her face.

There was an expectant look on her face as she regarded him, and under that was desire and lust.

This was the night they both finally gave in to the lust that had been brewing between them.

Edwin leaned in, capturing her lips with his yet again. He could never get tired of kissing her. Every time their lips touched, it felt like the first time. Her taste was intoxicating and addictive.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. His lips moved from her mouth to her nose, pressing a light, tender kiss there, before moving to the right and grazing her earlobe.

Ava giggled.

He trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck and then nipped her collarbone, making her squirm. He moved further down her chest before he lifted his head slightly, licking his lips hungrily as he took in her breasts.

Edwin had always been fascinated by Ava’s breasts, especially when she wore those seductively low-cut ballgowns that made his manhood stir.

And now, he could do to her breasts as he pleased.

He cupped them in his hands and fondled them lightly. They felt warm and supple. He lowered his face, and in a painstakingly slow motion, he swirled his tongue around her nipple. The smell of her perfume wrapped around his senses, intoxicating him.

He could feel her shiver beneath him, and that pleased him immensely. There was nothing he enjoyed more than bringing her pleasure.

He drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, before moving to her other breast and doing the same thing until soft moans spilled past her lips.