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My hand instinctively reaches out to caress the spot on the bed beside me, but surprisingly, there’s nothing, rather no one, there. My body flips to the other side, now facing where Aria should have been lying asleep.
Releasing a deep sigh, I get out of bed, my mind shifting back to Aria.Where the hell has she gone at this hour?
As I take an involuntary tour around the room while looking for her, it strikes my mind that our honeymoon ends today.
We’ve had quite the fun during the past few days; swimming in the icy cold lake−exclusive to the honeymoon suite residents, our full clothes on, teaching her to play video games and letting her win, baking…or rather, burning cookies together…just doing things thatnormalcouples would do together.
There were those days when she refused to get out of bed, too. She was particularly grumpy on those mornings. Despite all the fun experiences, there’s still something I’ve yet to show her.
The clangs of spoons against plates draw my attention to the kitchen. My feet thud softly on the wooden floors, drawing her attention to me.
A small smile lifts the corners of her lips as her gaze meets with mine. She’s wearing one of her lacy night dresses that completely exposes her bare pink nipples. Her hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She looks just like a goddess.
“You’re up early.” My arms encircle her waist as I sneak up behind her, nuzzling her ear with my tongue.
“My dad’s call woke me up, plus I wanted a quick snack. A salad, actually,” her voice is low and seductive, just the way I like it.
A salad? This early? She’s been craving strange things all week, from pickles and cream cheese to chips dipped in honey. Yesterday, she wanted to see what mango slices taste like with chili powder. I figured it was just the excitement of trying new things.
“Your dad? Is he okay?”
“Yeah. He was only checking in. I was wondering, did you find out who’s been trying to get at my dad yet?”
I shake my head no. “Not yet, but I have my men on it. They’ll find him soon.” A smile curls over her lips as I pull her even closer, placing her butt right in the center of my crotch. “How about you have me instead of that snack?”
Her hand pauses mid-chop on the vegetables she’s slicing as she turns fully to face me, one eyebrow arched in amusement.
She teases her thigh slightly on my growing crotch as a smile with a hint of mischief lights up her eyes.
“Oh, really?” she says, leaning back against the counter. She crosses her arms, still holding the knife loosely in her fingers. “And what makes you think you’d be a better option?”
I close the remaining space between us, moving close enough to see the way her breath catches. Her bravado falters for just a second, but amidst the brief flicker of uncertainty, I see desire.
“Because,” I say, my voice a low murmur now, “I’m irresistible. And you know it.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head, but she doesn’t step away. Instead, she wraps her arms around my waist. “You’re insufferable, Elio, that’s what you are.”
“And yet,” I say, grazing my hand along her pale white cheek, “you’re still here.”
Her smile expands into a grin. “You’re staring,” she says, looking straight into my eyes.
“Can’t help it,Principessa.”
Her lips move to touch mine, and before I know it, we’re leaning toward each other, the salad completely forgotten. Her lips cruise mine softly at first, but it doesn’t stay that way for long.
My hands reach for the sides of her face, pulling her mouth open with my tongue just as her hands find their way to my shirt, tugging me closer.
“You don’t seem to be tired today.” My words are a blur, with her lips diving against mine, but she raises her brows and drops them in a swift movement.
“Nope.”
As my fingers squeeze her soft ass cheeks without thinking, she laughs against my mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. She’s actually enjoying this.
“Here?” she whispers as she pulls her mouth away from mine, her breath warm against my ear.
“Why not?” I whisper against her ear. “But first, I need to show you something.”
I already have it packed up in a trunk. I’ve always thought this honeymoon would be the best time for me to show her what intense sex looks like since she enjoyed the mild forms I started with her.