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Donovan and Boma bid their guests farewell, their arms linked in a shared moment of quiet contentment. Donovan, in his sleek black silk shirt and tailored trousers, exuded an air of quiet confidence and refined elegance. Boma, draped in a navy blue silk evening dress with delicate lace accents, exuded a captivating blend of grace and understated allure, her dark hair cascading in loose waves around her shoulders. With the sounds of laughter and joy fading, and the sun beginning its descent, Donovan and Boma, strolled from the reception grounds to Donovan's chosen mode of transportation. The timeless Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud, a symbol of enduring grace, sat regally in close proximity, its exquisite design exuding a sense of refinement. With the hours slipping away, the ambient lighting around the reception grounds intensified the allure of the vehicle. The polished body of the Silver Cloud gleamed, its sleek contours catching the fading light. Donovan guided Boma towards the wait
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Donovan made a stop at a park so they could eat some of the food from the wedding that Hilda had packed for them inside a flask to keep it warm. Hilda had also packed some cake, wine and drinks in an intricately adorned basket.They had not had the time to eat properly and were both hungry.Donovan was surprised at his composure even as Boma sulked away. The usual impatient him would have backhanded her by now and told her to behave but he wanted her to be happy. He considered the day too important to invite tears.He considered it his duty to steer their emotions in the right direction, especially on a special occasion such as their wedding day. No, he refused to let her ruin it for them.The funny thing was, instead of getting impatient, he was rather amused at the moment. He guessed the joy of seeing her as his wife surpassed any attitude she decided to give him at this point in time.They were seated side by side at their table as they ate. It was Donovan's way of seating with her
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As the zip slid down to the end just below her bra line, Boma felt a rush of vulnerability overwhelm her.She was overcome with desire but also conflicting emotions. She did not want to have sex with him to hurt him for being controlling.Knowing him, he was determined to consumate the marriage and he had said as much. But tonight she wanted to be the one in control and she must stand her ground.His fingers left her zipper and traveled ever so softly to the hands of her dress. He tugged them to their sides and she felt the material drop to her waist, exposing her bosom in the sheer red lingerie top that encased her pert breasts."I'm glad you wore it for me." He said. "It looks astonishing on your beautiful body. Makes me curious to see the matching one beneath your beautiful curves."He had bought her the undies and told her to wear it on their wedding day. He wanted to have fun uncovering it, he shamelessly told her in the note that came with the dress which had been delivered at
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Following his subtle but firm demand, Boma continued to stare at him, awash with shame at the thought of complying. "You heard me." His voice was a murmur, heavy with expectation. Reluctantly, she let her hands drop to her sides. His eyes became inflamed with desire at the lushious sight before him. Her bosom, firm, pert with points that enticed him to the core. Her hands started to lift in a move to cover her vulnerability. "Don't even think about it." Her hands dropped to her sides again and he watched her points harden under his gaze. Her breathing became fast and he could see her trembling slightly under his relentless perusal. "You're mine to savour." He said and she didn't know why she suddenly felt her core start to moisten. "Get used to my eyes feasting on you. Ok?" She nodded, unable to find her voice. Goosebumps had surrounded her skin, kissing it fervently in response to his dominance. He stepped closer as though he could not get close enough. Embarrassed by what w
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Donovan released his hold over her hand. He had sensed her resistance. He could still recall her protests in the car. Hence her words didn't come as much of a surprise. Still, they sparked a fierce anger in him. Her eyes widened in further panic as his lashes narrowed at her and his jaw tightened. Amidst his turbulent emotions, he struggled, managing to contain himself, reminding himself that this was their wedding night. He wanted nothing but good memories. He was prepared to take responsibility for their happiness. The air in the room thickened as he processed her words. As if by a miracle, his angry demeanor quickly began to subside as he considered that she had her reasons and he was ready to hear her out. "Why a year?" he asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and faintly subsiding fury. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken tension as they navigated this uncharted territory in their newlywed relationship. Boma was afraid he would explode in anger but n
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94 At his promise, delivered with calm determination in that deep and sensual husky voice, her heart thudded anew. She was overwhelmed with need, she was anxious, she was astonished. "D..." She didn't even know why she was calling him. "I love when you call me that." He said with a smirk, one finger gently caressing her cheek. It moved to her ear and then his lips replaced his finger "Now, let me go back to handling my baby." He murmured for her hearing before starting to lick her there, inviting new sensations as her body heated up with lust again. He played with one ear using his fingers while he loved the second with his tongue. Her moans and squirms returned, intensifying as he began to move his hardness against her crotch without making any attempt to penetrate her. The new sensation sent her senses spiraling out of control. The rocking motion was slow, binding, causing her to want more as her hips began to move up against him, seeking more. Her orgasm was building again
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His demeanor had softened to a gentleness she was glad to see. "I'm ready to lead us to that beautiful place." He said. "Don't be afraid, okay?" She nodded. He held himself up on one hand while using the other to guide himself closer to her entrance, attempting to find the perfect angle for penetration. He felt her tense up as he pressed the tip against her, and looked down into her eyes as she stared right back at him curiously yet stiffly, as though she was expecting only pain. "Try your best to relax, Sweetheart, I am not about to kill you. Take a deep breath for me, okay, baby? Let go of that tension." Boma nodded, exhaling shakily as she relaxed her muscles, and Donovan put just enough pressure against her that he began to slowly sink into her warm, tight channel. "Spread your legs further for me baby." He said and as she obeyed, he got the first inch or thereabout inside. She gritted her teeth together as she began to feel some discomfort coming from his entry spot. "Bear
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"Where will I live in school now?" Boma asked. He was amused at her question. She wanted to know where she would be residing since they were now married to each other as students. He had not given it much thought but now that she was mentioning it, the obvious answer was right before him. "You should know where you will live." He responded. "Where?" Boma still wanted confirmation. "At your husband's apartment, of course. Where else?" Boma was not too keen on that. "What of the apartment you rented for me? I've barely lived in there." "You want to stay there?" She opened her mouth, ready to respond but winced with discomfort instead. Donovan knew the reason. His beloved new wife was now feeling the aftermath of her deflowering. Her palm landed protectively over her mound. Her eyes looked into his. "I feel some ache and...maybe soreness." "That's normal. You just had sex for the first time so you're bound to feel some aftermath of discomfort. Sorry, dear, it will pass. Let's
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