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Lena compelled Darian to see a movie with her after dinner. He did it to celebrate their anniversary. He played a scrabble game with her, all in the name of celebrating their wedding anniversary. Lena wasn't surprised he was so good at Chess, he beat her hands down, but she won in other games of scrabble and charades. It was fun all night for them—she made sure of that.
It was almost midnight and they were back in the bedroom. He dragged her to stand in front of the full-length mirror, standing behind her.
"Let's spend many more years together, Darian. In happiness and good health." She leaned back in her chest.
Darian smiled as he stared into the mirror. He gently arranged a ringlet of her hair, tucking it behind her ear, he bent a little to kiss her neck.
"Do you know what couples do on the night of their anniversary?" She clamoured, a sheepish grin plastering her face.
"What do they do?" He retorted, encircling his hands around her waist and swinging her body to an imaginary song that played in his mind.
"They make love," she said, blushing.
"Huh, huh." Darian cleared his throat. "How do you know that? Have you ever been married?" He asked teasingly.
"You are crude, hubby." She smiled, feeling the tenderness in the way he frailly held her, never wanting to let go. "I have seen several movies and I have read books too, romance novels to be precise. Do you even read at all?" She scoffed, veering around to look into his eyes. "Do you?" She tickled his sides.
Darian laughed, heartily. He felt pure and undiluted joy whenever he was with her. She was the only one who made him feel so good, happy and loved—the kind of love he'd never gotten. She was everything to him.
"I do read books, but I don't read romance novels. I love to practicalize romance, I don't like to read." He jerked her closer to his chest. "Lena," his gaze was hot on her.
She didn't hesitate when his eyes were boring madly into hers. She tiptoed to kiss his lips. He held her firmly with his hand and responded to the kiss.
He greeted her wet and warm lips with his wet and hot ones, he gently kissed her, wrapping his hand around her waist and heaving her to the bedside.
Lena fixed her lips on his, responding to every rhythm, pace and direction his lips took hers. She could kiss him forever. Wholly devouring her lips, she opened up to him to dive into her tongue, Darian wagged his tongue against hers, squishing it, and claiming it. She moaned in his ears when she felt sexually exhilarated, Darian smiled.
Still relishing the kiss, he moved his hand down to the zipper of her dress, he found it very quickly. He pulled the zipper and her dress fell to the floor. Lena closed her eyes, bracing her arms over Darian's head and still not breaking the kiss.
He moved his lips down to her chest, planting soft kisses on her chest. His hand found her bra and without seconds, he undid the hook, letting it drop to the floor. Lena gasped, she felt so heated within. Her body burned with extreme lust, she must have him inside of her tonight.
"Did you expect that I would make love to you on our wedding night?" One of his hands cupped her breasts, kneading the nipples and sending a tingling sensation to her body.
"No, Darian. I knew you hated me." She moaned when he squeezed her nipple; it hurt but there was a bit of pleasure oozing from the effect.
He stopped playing with her nipples, moving away from her. He sighed and stopped at a standstill. Lena wondered what was wrong with him.
"Darian,"
"Lena, I want you." He hurried towards her and claimed her lips with full force. "All of you, Lena, I want all of you." He murmured as he kissed her.
He placed her at the edge of the bed and looked into her eyes. "You are mine, you do know that, right?" He asked, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
Lena nodded her head in assertion, but he frowned. "You are mine, Lena. Do you know that?" He asked again. "Use your words, I don't want you to nod your head like that."
His beautiful green eyes twinkled, melting her heart. "I am yours, Darian." She said aloud.
"Good girl, I will make you feel good, make you feel so good, my woman." His shirt fell on the floor.
He crashed his lips on hers again and lifted her, placing her in the middle of the king-sized bed.
Lena was squirming, she wanted him, all that he would do to her tonight. Her whole world and life revolved around him, she needed no soothsayer to tell her that she was madly in love with Darian. She loved him too much, more than life itself.
He lowered his mouth to her chest. He kissed her cleavage, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he lazily sucked, causing a shrill cry to break out from Lena.
“Darian," she cried out, gripping the sheets, folding them and throwing her head back in contentment as he suckled on her nipples.
It felt good, too damn good, it was always good when he did that to her. She pressed her legs together, and he pulled them apart, taking her hands down between her legs.
He took the second nipple and sucked on it, leaving Lena in a realm of ecstasy as she cried out in pure pleasure.
"Fuck!" Darian muttered when he was done with her nipples. He looked down at them to see what he had done; the nipples were so swollen and red, he kneaded his fingers on them and smiled smugly.
There was a large bulge in his groin area, he was hard as fuck. He knew that no matter what would happen, he must have Lena tonight. His cock always hardened whenever they got that intimate, she didn't even have to do too much to make him hard for her. Just the sound of her moans was enough to make him want to senselessly make love to her.
"Spread your legs, Lena." He said in an authoritative voice. Lena instantly obeyed, she spread her legs apart, eyes fixed on him.
He looked at her lacy red panties and sighed, he ran his fingers through the material, it was so wet, she was wet for him, ready to be devoured.
He caressed his fingers on her panties and she moaned, still looking at him. He shoved his hand into the panties, sliding it down to her thighs, he fed his eyes with the sight of her wet cunt. When he was satisfied with what he saw, he plunged three fingers into her hole, all at once.
"Dar—ah," Lena cried out. "Please," she begged when thrust into her hole, hard and fast in an extraordinary way. She rolled her body to match his move, crying out with utmost pleasure, she reached her peak in no time.
"Lena, that was fast." He jested, wiggling his head.