Runaway Bride

Chapter 24 Desire

His hands caress my body. They run slowly up my waist and back. They run over my abdomen and my breasts. I feel him everywhere, and I like that. It fascinates me. Combined with the memories of the night before our wedding and this moment, plus the longing I had to see him and know that he came out of the surgery well, the desire I feel is voracious. I need to possess him. I need to feel him everywhere, to feel that I am his and he is mine.

“Easy,” he whispers.

Without knowing how and why, I gently push him to the edge of the bed, still with our mouths entwined and our lips in a dramatic story of unbridled pleasure. We end up lying with our arms and legs entwined. He starts to take off my dress without delicacy. I don’t care what happens and throw it on the floor. I undo the buttons covering Darío’s slightly hairy chest. I am anxious; my hands shake as I hold him for a couple of seconds.

He sighs against my lips.

“No hurry, my beautiful dragonfly. No hurry. I’ve waited too long for this moment,” he murmurs melodiously next to my mouth.

I almost think I melt.

“I want you,” I confess in a voice I almost don’t recognize as my own.

I’m eager to feel him inside me.

How perverse I have become!

I never felt this unbearable rush with Lucian, this out-of-control carnal desire, the trembling in my hands, and how thirsty my lips are. The only thing that can quench this thirst so earthly, so perverse, is Darío’s own mouth. He runs his lips across my cheeks, palpating them as if for the first time.

“I want you too. I did it from day one. I’ve wanted you, and I’ve tried to control myself.”

“Don’t do it anymore.” I take courage and kiss him again. In the meantime, I finish taking off his shirt and throw it somewhere in the room.

He returns each kiss and increases the strength of his grip. The way he bites my lower lip makes me lose control. I climb on his hips and ride him like he’s my steed.

“You’re a fierce one. You got me...” He closes his mouth and purses his lips as he feels me rub against his member. “Oh, God...! If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to do everything I want to you.”

“I’m yours, your wife, and you can do whatever you want to me inside our bedroom.”

“Whenever you want,” he adds with a smile.

“I’m always going to want you.”

so sure about that.” His voice breaks, but he clears his throat and continues. “I’m not going to ruin this moment I’ve dreamed of so

it,” I tell him,

know where his

he’s referring to.

And he’s wrong.

he can see me or not, because the instant I realized that this man could love me as no one ever had, nor I believe ever will, he gave me unmeasured pleasure, surrender in body and soul. I was with that stranger under the simple moonlight, in complete darkness, with only the stars illuminating our bodies. Even so, without being able to see his face, I knew I could trust him, that I could spend my life by his side. My heart cried out to me. Knowing that he would be my husband, I could not contain my happiness. However, I realized that there are too many secrets that surround Darío, to the point of him being blind

He reaches for

to his face to make it easier

left with nothing but my panties and bra, which, without much work, Darío removes and drops

“Desperate?”

to possess you for the first

from his

had a first time? Doesn’t he know that

“Darío...”

wrong? Why are you walking away like

out after a few long seconds.

he knows I’m that young girl who gave him her virginity.

him my virginity, my body! He even took my

puts you with the same person twice in

it turns

remember doing it? On our wedding night, you came up to the room, and we did absolutely nothing. Our union was not consummated. I don’t understand

know how to say it. I stare at him; his eyes are watching me even more confused than mine

warmth I never thought possible to have. I feel wet,

he really not

affected? How did this

time to talk about it, Tatiana. You’re naked

I put my hands on my hips, an automatic gesture I make when

he asks me after a few eternal seconds without saying

“But...”

his tone is harsher, less playful, and loving, not like a few minutes ago. I don’t understand how it’s possible for him to be both versions in one person. He can be loving and tender, also cold as an iceberg. That same coldness takes over my body, so I move to leave his body and stay on the mattress. I cover my chest with the blue

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