I walk into my bedroom and pause, closing the door behind me softly. Are those my tub’s jets I hear? The closer I get, the clearer the sound gets. I walk up to the tub and see Elena’s head sticking out, her long dark hair hanging over the edge, her head tipped back. She looks so seductive.
I’m about to call out her name when she moans and moves her shoulders slightly. Is she touching herself in my tub? I walk closer to her and watch her face as she pleasures herself, her eyes closed.
She probably didn’t hear me walk in over the sound of the jets, and I take that moment to just watch her. She looks fucking gorgeous, her body swaying a little, as though she’s riding her own hand. I wish the fucking bubbles weren’t in the way so I could see her body. Just the sound of her has me rock hard, and I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when I finally get to have my little wife. Her body is all I’ve been able to think about since I’ve had my fingers inside her, and I need more. More of her.
“Elena?” I say, my mouth moving of its own volition.
She shoots up in alarm; her breasts rising above the bubbles. Fuck. She’s beautiful. Perfect teardrop tits, probably more than I can fit into my hands. She sits up in the tub, clearly not realizing how much of herself she’s exposing. Her eyes are on my pants, and I belatedly realize my erection is right in front of her face.
“What are you doing?” I ask her, and I marvel at my ability to keep my tone light, when all I really want to do is lift her out of that tub and finish what she started.
Her cheeks turn bright crimson, the color extending to her chest. She looks so embarrassed, her barriers down, eradicated by the shame she’s clearly experiencing. She looks stunning, and oh so fucking innocent.
I tear my eyes away from her and grab a towel.
“Come here.”
Elena’s eyes widen, and I grin at her. “Come here, wife,” I repeat.
She’s breathing hard, and when her gaze meets mine, I recognize the lust in those gorgeous eyes of hers. Lust, but also annoyance. Elena doesn’t like taking orders, and I love giving them, even if it’s just to see her eyes flash like that.
“Need I remind you that you sold your body to me?”
Elena rises slowly, the water gliding over her skin, and she takes my damn breath away. I clench my jaw in an attempt to stay in control, to keep myself from lifting my wife into my arms and taking her to bed.
She stands before me, naked, her eyes glistening with an unspoken challenge, and I smile at her. “Beautiful,” I murmur, my hand gliding up her arm and around the back of her neck, my thumb on her throat. Her pulse is racing and she’s breathing hard. I wonder if she even realizes that her body betrays her.
I lean in, and her eyes flutter closed as my lips drop to hers. I bridge the distance between us, and this time I kiss her slowly, taking my time enjoying those delicious lips of hers. Elena whimpers, as though she wants more, and I smile against her lips. She pretends to resist me, but the second I touch her, her body betrays her.
My hands roam over her body, her skin slick and wet against my fingers. Elena shivers just slightly, and I pull away from her. I grab the discarded towel and wrap it around her.
She looks disappointed, and I smile as I cup her cheek, my thumb caressing her lips. “Baby, we’ve got all night, and it’s my bed I want you in.”
Her eyes drop to my now wet shirt and she traces the damp spots with her fingers. Her touch sets me ablaze in a way I haven’t experienced in years, if ever at all. I grab her hand to keep it in place, and Elena presses her palm against my chest. The way she’s looking at me drives me crazy.
“This… this is how you looked at me at Inferno,” I murmur. “That look in your eyes, it’s been haunting my dreams ever since that night.”
Elena blushes, and I smile. “Tell me what you’re thinking. Do you want me, Elena? The way you’re looking at me makes me think that you’re wondering what’s underneath this shirt.”
Elena smiles, but she looks slightly nervous. “I… well,” she whispers. “Yes,” she says. “Yes, I’m wondering exactly that, and I intend to find out, Alexander.”
