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On the first night of their honeymoon, Drake watched Alessandra perform her bedtime routine and wanted to wrap her in his arms. The desire to consume her was so strong it scared him. He put a pillow between them to stop from rolling her beneath him.
She frowned when she looked at the bed but didn’t say anything. She rolled to face the other wall and curled up into herself. Alessandra whispered goodnight in the darkness, and like a pussy, he didn’t respond.
Alessandra called to Drake’s depraved urges, which scared his ex-fiancée. Alessandra’s body oozed sensuality and begged for sex. He couldn’t stop dreaming about shoving his cock down her velvety throat while her lips curled around him. He pushed his body past the limit in punishment for the twitching of his nether region. As if running from his thoughts made a difference.
Once again, he returned to the room that evening and placed the barrier between them. But the breeze off the open patio caused Alessandra’s scent to waft around him. It made resisting almost unbearable. Again, Alessandra whispered goodnight, but he didn’t respond. He told himself he was doing this for her benefit, even if it made them both miserable.
It was the middle of the night when muffled sobs woke him. Drake froze and listened to Alessandra weep. The ice around his heart slowly thawed when he forced himself to acknowledge her pain.
God help them. He was done resisting. Drake removed the pillow between them and pulled Alessandra into his arms. She rolled over and cried into his chest.
“I’m sorry, bella,” he whispered as he stroked her hair.
It had been his suggestion they take the trip, and he hadn’t done right by his wife. Reality settled over him like a cruel mistress. He was just another asshole for hurting her; she deserved better than him.
His cock didn’t care that she was crying and begged for attention. Drake wanted to kiss every tear away and worship her body until she cried tears of pleasure. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t the right time. Seeing to her emotional needs was more important than his physical ones.
He held her long after her tears dried up and her breathing evened. Intimacy wasn’t Drake’s strong suit. The idea that he could care for Alessandra bode poorly for them both. But he couldn’t deny how warm her body felt pressed against him, like an extension of his being.
The following day, he ran along the beach, meeting little resistance from the wet sand near the surf. Drake’s mind continually wandered back to Alessandra and what she was doing without him. Long after she’d fallen asleep in his arms, he had stared at the ceiling, wondering where they would go from there. She’d plagued his thoughts for months and seemed determined to continue to do so.
Drake entered the room and stripped off his sweat-soaked athletic wear. The bathroom door was unlocked, and the shower was running. He silently slipped into the steamy bathroom—glimpsing Alessandra’s wet, soap-slicked body—and shut the door quietly behind him.
“You should lock the door if you don’t want company.”
Alessandra yelped, caught off guard. His cock sprang to life as she spun to face him, offering a full-frontal view of her voluptuous body. He watched the water running in rivulets over her full breasts and down her belly. She was soaked from head to toe, and Drake’s eyes zeroed in on her bare pussy, wondering if it was as wet and warm as the spray.
“Are you crazy, Drake?” she hissed.
“I just want a shower. Are you going to make room for me?”
He smirked at her bewildered expression of his own naked display. Drake wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked the shaft for her benefit until pre-cum beaded on the tip. He groaned as his thick length pulsed, proud and needy. Unfulfilled desire hung in the heat between them.
“Invite me in, bella,” he spoke languidly.
“Come in, Drake.” Her breathy response made him chuckle.
He stepped beneath the warm spray and ran his hands through his hair. Alessandra blinked up at him. He caressed her cheek and delighted in how she leaned into his touch.
“Drake—” she mewled.
That was enough to break his restraint, and he pushed her against the cool marble wall. He descended like a vampire, biting ferociously, leaving marks before soothing them with his tongue. A primitive virile need to claim Alessandra overwhelmed him—the beast within purred as her body responded immediately, becoming soft and pliant to his demands.
Needy, desperate moans assailed Drake’s ears as he pinched and rolled Alessandra’s nipples, not caring to be gentle. His eyes lifted to her face, watching with fascination as her head fell back while he flicked his tongue over the stiffened peaks.
He grabbed her wet hair in his fist and pulled her into him, claiming her lips. Their tongues joined in a fevered kiss. He couldn’t deny how delicious she was, and nothing would stop him from tasting her other lips.
Drake roughly parted Alessandra’s legs with his knee and inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, pushing past the resistance of her tight heat. He moved his hand hard and fast, not giving her time to adjust. Her body trembled, and she grabbed his forearm for stability.
“You’re so fucking tight, Alessandra. Your greedy cunt’s trying to pull my fingers in deep. Were you fantasizing about me, hoping that I’d join you?”
“Drake!” she cried.
He continued pumping his fingers and circled her clit with his thumb. Her walls gripped tighter, and her legs shook as her climax was imminent.
“You’re not allowed to come unless I give you permission, do you understand?”
“Y… yes… sir,” she panted.
