Epilogue

"Z...Zanvil we can't do this in the middle of the d. ..day and that too in the kitchen" I said breathing heavily while protesting. But he shut my protesting mouth with his hot one. His tongue found its way inside my mouth, melting my protest with his every stroke. I don't know what got inside him. As soon as he came stomping in the kitchen he made me sit on the kitchen island. Making me stop what I was doing and started assaulting my lips. He spared my lips only to let me breathe but continued his assault on my neck. "Z...Zanvil stop. What if someone walks in" I said, breathing heavily.

"I don't care if someone walks in. You are my wife and if I want to make love to you in the kitchen. I will do it again and again," he said in his determined voice. His touch was making me go insane. His words made a shiver run to my spine. His words touched the monkeys in my stomach to somersault kisses still have the same effect on me as they had five years back.