I'm not a newlywed, I'm a teased bride [R18] 1
Her hands clutched at the fabric of his robes, gripping the thick material tightly.
Her hands trembled with desire as they caressed his back.
His kisses left trails of heat in their wake.
Trails that scorched through her body, ignited a flame that grew rapidly within her core, threatening to consume her whole.
And it did nothing but heighten her lust for him.
Arousal burned through her veins like an inferno, as did her growing impatience, and her fingers hastily attempted to pull at the layers of fabric that prevented her from reaching the flesh beneath.
How he made her feel with even just the lightest of touches.
With the softest of kisses.
How his kisses lit fires that enveloped her entire being and threatened to overwhelm her.
"Tell me you love me," he whispered hoarsely.