“Hi, baby,” he said softly.
Dana giggled, loving the boyish look he was giving her.
“Hi, you,” she replied.
The music boomed away from them, feeling more and more distant the closer they leaned into each other. Rux breathed in her scent, then began sliding his hand onto her thigh below the table.
“You're my wife now,” he said quietly.
Dana began to breathe deeply as Rux moved his hand slowly higher up her leg, making her loins sparkle with anticipation.
“And you’re my husband,” she whispered back.
Rux groaned as he circled her core, and she squeezed her legs together as he pushed up the hem of her dress and found her already wet undergarments.
“Baby,” he grunted.
“Rux,” she replied breathlessly.
She felt her breasts rising and falling rapidly as he touched her throbbing jewel over her underwear, wishing they were alone together somewhere in the dark, tasting each other.
“God, you’re so wet, honey,” Rux said into her ear.
His voice made her quiver, and the way his fingers were pressing against her most sensitive parts made her feel like she could launch into space at any second.
“Rux, honey, you’re so bad,” she said, resisting the urge to let out a moan through gritted teeth.
“My wife,” Rux repeated, “you are spectacularly beautiful, and you are my wife.”
Dana let him swirl his fingers around a bit more, making it increasingly harder for her to contain the electricity slithering through her soul.
She turned to him with a naughty grin, then leaned into his ear, nibbling the lobe before whispering in a husky voice.
“Let’s get to bed, my sweet,” she said. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
Rux gave her a quick snarl, then bit into her neck before he slowly brought his fingers out from between her heated legs.
She remained damp for the rest of the night as they said goodbye to their guests, unable to take her mind from the wonderful thought of Rux’s skin against hers. They had made love so many times since meeting, but he always made her want to extend her experience of sexual experimentation.
Because, fuck, the man is sexy, and he is all mine.
They stayed that night at his manor, having their honeymoon to Italy scheduled for the next week. Rux tried to carry her over the threshold to the bedroom, but his slight tipsiness made him almost bash her head against the wall.
Dana laughed hysterically, as did Rux, as he turned sideways and lowered her to her feet.
“Damn, I’m sorry, baby!” Rux exclaimed.
Dana was still laughing and madly in love.
“You’ll have to make it up to me,” she said, pulling his face down to hers.
Their lips met, and they were instantly, feverishly trying to swallow each other whole. Rux backed her against their decadent bed, slowly lowering her onto her back as their tongues danced wildly.
He brought his mouth to her neck, as usual, breathing her in deeply, making Dana wriggle around beneath his powerful body. She would never tire of the sensation of his mouth on her, like a hot poker removed from a blazing fire.
“My wife,” he whispered.
She giggled and pulled him in tightly. She expressed herself to him with her body in the most honest way that she ever had, adding a line to their amazing love poem every time their hearts and minds and bodies blended.