After grabbing our bathrobes from the bed and wrapping our nudes, he hands me a of socks that sure aren't mine, but I put them on without asking anything. This is just savage. When I am done, he wraps an arm around my waist and leads out. We get into the lift, and I snuggle up to him to get some warmth.
He gets the memo and envelopes me to him, rubbing his arms up and down my back.
I can live here like this forever, snuggled in his warm embrace like this.
The sound of the lift ascertaining our arrival at the ground floor rings, and I gently away from him, albeit unwillingly. I was ready to walk; I mean, the cold hadn't my bones, but my charitable and caring knight opted to carry me in bridal again, and I didn't object. Who would refuse such sweet gestures? No one!
We dodge through several corridors that I don't really keep track of as my eyes are to the beauty above me, fathoming just how sweet he is. I also didn't realize I fondling with his lips until he spoke, keeping his face straight on his steps.
"You are free to kiss me anytime you feel like it." He plops his face to mine as his , slow strides come to a halt. "You don't have to torture yourself so much by just my lips."
Who wouldn't ogle this deep pink, moist, full lips of his the whole day, huh? They are allure on their own. And of course, yes, I know I can chew them any time I feel it. I have the right. I know he doesn’t mind that. He loves it when I go all wild. I that is one of the reasons we are compatible. We are both wild.
A playful glint dances in Damian's eyes as I implore him with a chirpy plea, my voice with excitement and anticipation. "You won't complain or get tired of my ?" I inquired, my words laced with a hint of mischief.
"Try me!" he responds, his tone daring and filled with playful challenge, igniting a of excitement within me.
A giggle escapes my lips at his response, my heart fluttering with the thrill of the we play. "You bet I will," I tease, unable to resist the opportunity to banter with . "But, for now, I want to know where you are taking me."
"To the beginning of our explorations," Damian declares, his voice rich with promise the word 'explorations' rolls off his tongue with a dark grin, sending shivers of coursing through me. His eyes twinkle with mischief, adding to the allure his words.
"Ready?" he adds, his gaze locking with mine in a silent challenge, his excitement .
"So ready," I mumble, my breath catching in my throat as excitement bubbles within , eager to embark on this new adventure with him.
In a minute, the door flows, and I, the one who was so earger to jump right in and the insides hold for us, I stand in awe. Umoving!
I sample the heat coming from the insides as such as I can. "Wow," I whisper, my barely taking a breath as I take in the beauty of the scene before me. A freaking !!! I am utterly blown. "This is incredible."
"Thank you," I murmur, my heart overflowing with love for this man who has gone and beyond to make this moment unforgettable. To treasure and appreciate me our moments. He is my best.
“This is nothing, baby,” he says, turning me around and wrapping his arms around me behind as we stare at the hearth.
In astonishment, I cruise my eyes from the vast flaming bonfire adorning this entire adjacent room to the main hotel, and my vision goes as far as the middle of it, a small white table for two people seats. A bottle of Champagne and two are perfectly parked in the middle of the table. A bouquet of white and red beside them.
God! A bonfire night? Well, I think this where he plans to plant a mini him or me in belly. That is if there is no seed in there, anyway. My! The anticipations are me.
Someone pinch me. I can’t believe I am living in this moment. Never in my life would
I have expected to see this, you know. I know, I am, sorry, was, a Riccaford. But would I have gotten time to enjoy life to this extense? I was always buried in either in the office or back in my house. Trying to prove my worth. Trying my to make my father happy. I was rich, but a poor soul who did not even have time herlsef.
As I stand there, basking in the enchanting glow of the hearth, his pheromones his presence before he even speaks, wrapping around me like a comforting as he presses his chin to my shoulder and envelops me in his arms from . I was so drawn into taking in the beauty before me and anticipating how the would be that I forgot he was here.
“Is my idea of our first night out worth even just a kiss?” he whispers, his breath against my skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me.
Just a kiss? This deserves much much more than a mere kiss. This was the best and idea for such a place as this.
Men!
I want to go in there, tear the fabrics covering by excited body and just sprawl myself for him. This is, wow!
“I will give whatever that you want for tonight. And this, you outdid yourself here, Mr.
Man. You deserve some compensation,” I respond.