This Chapter contains explicit content,
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It'd been a crazy and rough week for Darian.
From finding out that his mother was still alive even when he didn't want to know, to finding out who she was. He had informed Jay to look into the matter discreetly. He didn't want to let it out yet.
He'd also warned Chris to keep his mouth shut. He was the Don of the Dawson family mafia, but he didn't trust every one of them. They hated his mother and if they found out about her, they might go against her again. Not that he cared anyway but he was a little interested in knowing the woman who birthed him.
After the rough week, all he wanted to do was to have Lena in his arms and listen to her as she ranted about the casino and other things that didn't concern him, but he loved to listen to her even when she was uttering total gibberish.
His eyes darted across the room and rested on his wife. She was trying to style her hair. She had insisted on wearing the same pajamas as he did; the matching one he got for her birthday. She was struggling to wrap the whole of her hair into a braid. She had tried three times but tendrils came falling around. She sighed in frustration, staring into the mirror.
Darian smiled, he got out of bed and walked towards her. Hugging her from the back, he leaned to kiss her hair.
“Do you need my help?" He whispered in the back of her ears.
"If you can help me, why not?" She retorted, not caring if he had an experience with styling a woman’s hair. But maybe he could help since he asked if she needed his help.
He took the hairband from her, carefully dividing the hair into three lines, he took each line and twisted it with one another. Within some minutes, he had perfectly braided the hair, he packed it with the hairband and spun her around to take a good look at her.
"Let me be your mirror," he smiled. "You are beautiful." He remarked.
Lena turned back to check herself in the mirror, she marveled when she saw what he had done.
"This is beautiful, I should hire you to do my hair." She said, brushing her hair with her fingers.
"I will gladly help you with that," he smirked. "There are other things I can do too if you'd let me."
"What about you show me the other things you can do?" She tiptoed on her feet and kissed his cheek.
"Do you want me to show you?" He whispered seductively into her ears.
"Yes, Darian. I want you to show me." She meant it this time. She had been waiting for too long for him to consummate their marriage. She felt she was ready even if he was to make love to her right now. She wanted him.
"Lena," he called, his voice husky as he licked her earlobes. "Are you ready for this?" He inquired.
He didn't want to take what she didn't want to give him. He'd been waiting for her to be finally ready for him before he made love to her. He'd been dying to have her body, but he wanted her to offer herself willingly to him. Maybe the time was here.
Lena shut her eyes as he trailed soft kisses down her neck, she was nervous. What if these little movements lead to what she'd been waiting for all her life? She'd like it. It didn't matter if it would hurt, she trusted Darian to be gentle with her. He didn't seem like the type who would hurt her.
The kiss deepened, and he pulled her closer, very close to himself, his arms wrapped around her. She moaned softly when he kissed her bare chest. It was getting heated, she had the option to opt-out before it got too intense but she didn't want to, he was her husband and it was only right that they made love to each other.
Darian's hand slowly moved to her back, down to her bum. She stared at him, digging her nails into his hair. He pulled her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His groin was directly on her tummy, she felt a knot tied in her stomach as Darian heaved her up. He didn't break the kiss, he continued to devour her lips furiously as he led their way to the bed.
Lena peeked at him, his eyes gleaming with lust and needs. She knew there was no going back here. She asked him to show her the things he could do and he was very much ready to show her the things he could do to make her feel like a real woman.
He placed her on the bed and went down on his knees. Lena felt a wetness between her legs as Darian kneeled in front of her.
She wondered what he was about to do to her. She pressed her lips together, her eyes still locked with his.
"Do you want this?" He asked her again.
She nodded. Her body was on fire, she couldn't go back now.
“I want it," she said, almost sounding like a whisper.
Darian nodded his head, kissing her. He slipped his hand into her trousers, and he pulled them down to her thighs.
She wore lacy pink panties that attracted him, he kissed her thighs, pulling down the trousers. He flung it on the floor, not caring where it landed in the room.
She was shy when Darian took off her trousers, she'd always dressed up in his presence, but she had never been so close to him with just her panties on.
"I will make you feel so good, I promise." He kissed her lips again, standing to his feet.
He started to unbutton her shirt. When he was done, he kissed her ear, and gently unclasped the hook of her bra, he tossed both the shirt and bra on the floor. Now she was almost naked in front of him. He smiled, admiring how beautiful she was.
"You are so beautiful, Lena." He whispered, his eyes not moving away from her perky boobs with inviting pink nipples shooting out of them.
She smiled shyly, lost for words. She hated that the lights were on. She blushed, almost hiding her face from him. "Can we switch off the lights?" She asked him.
"Why?" Darian furrowed his brows in confusion.
"I don't know," She flushed, her face heating up.
"Let's leave the lights on," he leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
The sound of his voice caused her to blush again, and the wetness between her legs got thicker. So badly, she wanted this man in front of her.
She nodded her head in agreement with his words.
Darian claimed her lips, his hand grazing her hardened nipple. He reached for one of her breasts and cupped it gently with his hand, he squashed the nipples and looked at her.
She wailed when his mouth came in contact with her nipples, he raised his head to look at her.
"I will stop if you're hurting," he said.
"No, it's fine." She said in a soft voice, urging him to go on.
"Are you sure?" He didn't want to hurt her at all. He wasn't sure if she was a virgin, they'd never really had that discussion.
Lena nodded her head and he continued to lick her nipples, creating burning sensations inside of her as his mouth blanketed her boobs. She moaned into his ears, grabbing the sheets, shutting her eyes, and relaxing to let him do whatever he wanted to do to her body.
Although it was strange, it felt so good. She muttered inaudible cuss words to herself for waiting this long before experiencing something that was this good.
Darian let go of her nipple and handled the other one, doing the same thing to it. Her body was on unquenchable fire when he was done sucking her nipples. She bit her lips, trying to get a hold of herself, she looked down, her nipples were red and swollen. But it didn't bother her.
"Lena," he kissed her lips. "This might hurt," he said, warning her.
She didn't care whatever was going to happen now, all she cared about was Darian taking care of her body.
With his two hands, he yanked down her panties. Her pink cunt was already dripping with creamy fluid, he kissed her down there and she moaned again. His lips again were killing her.
He rubbed her slit with two fingers, and she gaped at him, trying to muffle her moans. He plunged his fingers into her wet hole, it was tight, making it almost impossible for him to penetrate. Was she a virgin? He asked subconsciously. He gently stroked her entrance, soon his fingers were coated with her fluid. He thrust into her with his fingers. She yelped, holding tighter onto him.
"Painful?" They looked into each other's eyes, slowly burning for each other. Lena nodded her head. "I will stop, I don't want to hurt you." He pulled his fingers out of her.
"Don't stop, Darian." She begged, "I can manage." She told him.