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-"In that case, I'm looking forward to our bath later," Ethan jokes.

We are, Mr. Donneli.

A twinge is felt deep in my belly. Christ! How can he turn me on with a couple of words?

-"I am too"

**

Angelic POV

I wake up feeling my body warm as if something was wrapped around it. It's not like I don't know why.

I open my eyes to the light streaming through the windows. Ethan has his legs entwined with mine and his face buried in the crook of my neck.

It's an adjustable position, but I prefer having him curled up against me. My body fits well against his, and after sex I want nothing less than to sleep warm and curled up against him.

I blink a few times to get used to the sunlight.

-"Good morning," I hear Ethan's voice murmur sleepily, and hot as hell. I roll my eyes at the thought, he always has the sexy voice.

-"Good morning, Mr. Donneli," I reply. Ethan lifts his face so that my gaze, even lazy, meets his.

-"Did you sleep well?" He asks with inviting glances. I smile sideways and bring my face closer to his, almost enough to join my lips to his.

-"Hmm... let's say yes, but I could have a better morning" I answer lasciviously. Ethan smiles, understanding the meaning of my request.

-"And what can I do to make your morning better, Mrs. Donneli?" He asks.

In response, I lean my body. It seems like I want to unite our anatomies, especially since we are close. I bring my hand to his voluptuous member and caress it over the fabric of his underwear.

Geez, he slept in just his underwear.

-"Mrs. Donneli, you have no shame." He says in a darker tone.

I bite my bottom lip gently, just catching my lips between my teeth. Ethan's eyes wander to my mouth as I bite them.

He opens his mouth to accommodate a more demanding breath, to accommodate the growing desire between us. My inner goddess is dancing the tango in a red dress and smiling like a nymphet. I don't know exactly how a nymphet smiles, but I'm no different when I'm like this... needy for my husband.

-"I don't think I need it when I'm with my husband" I respond to your comment.

His cock begins to grow and show volume under the control of my fingers. I scratch his boxers with the tip of my nails and, consequently, his member.

-"So your husband is a lucky son of a bitch" Ethan comments seriously, his expression still showing desire.

-"I think I'm the lucky one" I say.

I move my hand up to the edge of his underwear and slide my fingers inside. Ethan lets out a deep groan from his throat.

I grab the base of his cock and pleasure him, slowly moving up to the top.

Ethan bites the corner of my mouth and runs his tongue over the area to ease the tingling sensation that is forming.

I am breathless with anticipation of foreplay. My inner goddess wants to feel his member throb inside me as much as I do.

Ethan reaches for the hem of my shirt, the only piece of clothing I'm wearing, and pulls it up. At this point, unfortunately, I have to remove my hand from his cock. I raise my arms and he frees my body from the white t-shirt.

His eyes roam over my breasts and he moistens his lips with the tip of his tongue.

-"you're fucking beautiful" he whispers in appreciation.

He brings his hand to my left breast and covers it completely. My chest is the perfect size for his hand, it's like a fit between us. Ethan slides his hand to the valley between my breasts and the moment the icy ring touches my nipple, I feel my inner muscles tighten.

-"Ethan" his name is like a litany coming out of my mouth.

He runs his fingers down, towards my belly. Where the cold of his ring passes, it causes a delicious shiver.

Ethan reaches my intimate area and slides his index and middle fingers across my lips. I arch my back, pushing my sex into his hand.

Ethan continues to caress my intimate area while spreading the excitement to the apex of my legs.

-"ah" I moan. He plunges a finger into me, making me moan his name incomprehensibly.

-"You're so ready. You never disappoint, Angelic," Ethan says. His husky voice sounds reverent, and it fuels my submissive libido.

-"Ethan, please," I beg.

He inserts a second finger inside me and begins to move them slowly.

-"I know, baby," he whispers. Ethan lowers his underwear using only his free hand, while the other continues to work its magic in and out of me.

When his white piece releases his member, it jumps out petrified in excitement.

-"I want you... inside me" I beg. A radiant smile forms on his face.

'Cause if I want you, then I want you, babe

Ain't going backwards, won't ask for space

'Cause space was just a word

Made up by someone who's afraid to get too close

I want you close

('Cause if I want you, I want you, baby

I won't back down, I won't ask for space

'Cause space is just a word

Made up by someone who was afraid to get too close

I want you close)

Ethan removes his fingers from my sex, and immediately the feeling of loss consumes me. He kneels in front of me, his erection ready to fill me and the fabric of his boxers stuck to his thighs.

Holy shit! The sight of a man, my man naked, couldn't be more exciting.

Ethan leans over me and I automatically part my legs to fit his body between them.

He lets his cock hover at the entrance to my sex. I gasp in anticipation. Every time we make love feels like the first time, it's never repetitive or routine. Besides, we're too young and in love for our sex to be without pleasure.

He searches my face and seals our lips with a kiss faster than I would like. He is on top of me, supporting himself on his own elbows.

-"Please, Ethan," I beg. He plunges his member into me slowly, leaving space for me to feel it pulsing inside my body.

I close my eyes, completely surrendered and ecstatic with the zina between us. I run my hands through the strands of his soft hair and pull him in for a kiss.

A slow, loving thrust begins. Its subtle rhythm takes its toll on my control. I want it slow and fast, patient and needy, loving and carnal. I tilt my pelvis toward his member as it slides in and out of me.

Ethan thrusts his entire length in again and again. Even though he's slow, his thrusts make me feel like I'm going to be ripped in half.

-"Fuck!" He hisses through clenched teeth.

With his mouth close to mine, Ethan joins my lips to his and slides his tongue into my mouth. I return his kiss, merging not only our lips, but the desire and appreciation we have for each other.

My legs are giving out and at this point I couldn't stand up even if I wanted to. Every muscle in my stomach is squeezing Ethan's penis like a closed fist.

He hits some sweet spot inside me, and that's my undoing.

-"Come with me, Angelic," Ethan commands. We moan softly, each one delighting in the pleasure they get from the other.

I throw my head back with my orgasm, which feels more like an explosion from the inside out. My liquid runs down his member and leaves waves passing from my belly to the apex of my legs.

-"Angelic" Ethan calls as he cums beautifully inside me. His hot cum fills me like nothing else.

He pulls his member out and throws his body next to me on the bed. He's panting and I'm no different.

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After an enviable morning of lovemaking and a quietly enjoyable breakfast, we are in the back seat of the Audi SUV.

Since it was cold in Seattle, I opted for a mint green dress that reached mid-thigh and had long sleeves. The dress was tight and hugged my few curves very well. I wore black ankle boots. I also wore a black scarf around my neck.

It was comfortable and didn't displease my inner goddess.

-"I have some things to do today, so I'll be late," Ethan murmurs, pulling me out of my reverie. He gently kisses the fingers of my hand, which is joined to his.

I don't answer him, it's not like I have anything to say. I just thought I could get there early and have him at home.

-"What's up, baby?" He asks, taking my silence as an answer.

-"I just... I don't like being alone at Escala, actually, I like being with you all the time, Ethan" I say. The sincerity in my words even scares me. But, yes, I want him with me all the time. Maybe it's suffocating for him, and that would also be distressing.

-"I feel the same way, baby," he says. I'm surprised again, but in a good way. He wants to be with me all the time.

God, this man will either be my downfall or the cause of my heart attack.

I look at him, his eyes fixed on me and his smile reassuring. My inner goddess likes the idea that he will make up for it in bed, or in the playroom, for being late.

Lost in my sordid thoughts, I return to reality when the car stops in front of SIP.

-"In that case, I'll wait for you, Mr. Donneli," I say. I bring my face closer to his and kiss his jaw.

-"See you later" I whisper. I lift my face and seal her mouth with a chaste, almost innocent kiss.

-"Goodbye, Mrs. Donneli" Ethan says goodbye.

Lough opens the car door and so I get out. Lough is my new security guard, he is one of the "cabinets" that was in the kitchen the other day.

-"Thank you" I appreciate it out of politeness, I don't really enjoy his company. Well, maybe I should tell Ethan that.

At the company door, the other security man, Martty, I think, is waiting for us. He is not usually at Escala, his "security point" is in front of SIP.

-"Good morning, Mrs. Donneli" Martty greets me.

-"Good morning," I murmur. A whitish breeze comes out of my mouth as I speak, a sign that it is very cold.

I hurry my steps into the building, but I am stopped from entering when I see a little dog next to the door.

He is thin as if he hasn't seen food in days. His fur is dirty and overall, he is in a deplorable state.

My heart sinks. How can I leave him here, without help? It would be inhumane! In the cold, the dog curls up and curls his body to escape the icy breeze.

-"Lough" I call out to him. At the same moment, the man stands respectfully beside me.

-"Yes, Mrs. Donneli," he replies. I open my purse and fish out a hundred dollar bill.

-"Buy some food for this little dog, please" I ask, pointing with my finger.

-"Yes, ma'am," he mumbles, confused, but doesn't question it, he was probably instructed not to. I hand him the card and enter the building without further ado. Even though I'm warmed by my clothes, I still feel cold and I can't help but think about how the poor dog feels.