Chapter 46 Peacefull Intimacy
SARA'S POV
The night is silent, but there is a distinct warmth lingering in the air inside the room. As I enter on tip-toe, I see Michael reclining comfortably on the bed. His mind seems to be elsewhere, but as soon as I brush my cheek, the faint rustle of the fabric reaches his ears. He raises his eyes, and in that moment... time simply stands still.
Michael’s eyes remain fixed on me. There is a look of wonder in his gaze, as if he is seeing a dream come to life. Today, I am wearing a sheer red gown that clings to my body, lending a new glow to my presence. He scans me from head to toe, perhaps unable to believe that his wife looks so breathtaking tonight.
I quietly turn back and lock the door, a silent signal that there will be no third person between us now. I walk toward him with a gentle smile. At the sound of my footsteps, he sits up abruptly and asks haltingly, "You..? This..? Dress..?"
I lean in close to his face and say with a mischievous smile, "Yes... why? Can’t I wear this? Oh, I get it now... maybe I don’t appeal to you as much anymore. Because of my age, right? I suppose you must prefer those hot, sexy, young girls now."
The moment he hears this, the expression on Michael's face shifts. Without a second's delay, he firmly grabs my hand. There is a sense of belonging in his grip. Looking deep into my eyes, he says with absolute sincerity, "When you are in front of me, I don't see 'young' or 'elder'... I see only you and only you. To me, no one is more beautiful than you."
His words touch my heart, and my minor grievance dissolves into a smile in an instant.
As the atmosphere softens, I remind him of today’s greatest joy. I say softly, "Today, you finally accepted my daughter... you finally made her your own."
A smile of regret mixed with peace appears on Michael’s face. He says, looking a bit sheepish, "It was my fault. That poor child loved me so much, and I kept ignoring her for no reason. I took too long to understand her."
I tease him slightly, saying, "That’s why I used to try and explain it to you all the time, but you never listened!"
He smiles affectionately and, still holding my hand, says, "Well, I understand now, don't I? So why are you still teasing me, sweetheart?"
I lean in even closer, looking straight into his eyes with total confidence, and say: "Because that is my right... I am your wife!"
As soon as the words "a wife’s right" escape my lips, Michael’s restraint snaps in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he pulls me into his powerful embrace, causing me to lose my balance and fall directly on top of him until our bodies are completely entwined.
One of his hands firmly grips my waist while the other begins to slip beneath the soft fabric of my thin red gown; as he feels my bare skin, caressing my stomach from the front with a mixture of tenderness and passion, a bolt of electricity surges through my entire being. Leaning in incredibly close to my face, he says in his deep, husky voice, "A wife has other rights too," and hearing this, a strange intoxication washes over me.
In a state of pure bliss, I bring my face close to his ear and whisper in a trembling breath, "I used to fulfill all those rights every single day, which is exactly why you are with me today."
But with a look of deep longing in his eyes, he replies with a touch of playful complaint, "But many days have passed since you last fulfilled those rights."
Seeing the thirst in his gaze, my heart melts like wax, and with a captivating smile, I answer him, "Then I shall fulfill them today; besides, I am feeling an immense amount of love for you right now," and without allowing another word to be spoken.
I press my burning lips against his, kissing him with an overwhelming intensity as our breaths merge and the silence of the room is completely buried under the heat of our passion.
Michael’s passion begins to cross all boundaries as his burning hands roam over my entire body with a frantic madness, every single touch igniting a new fire within my flesh.
Then, with sudden force, he pins me down onto the bed and, without wasting a single second, reaches the most delicate and tender part of my being, thrusting all four of his fingers into my core at once.
I writhe in intense sensation as my very soul trembles, because as much as I adore his aggressive nature, the sharp pain that comes with it is equally profound.
Yet, Michael shows no signs of stopping; with a raw and relentless intensity, he begins to move his fingers in and out of me rapidly.
This constant, rhythmic speed creates a storm inside my body, and due to his frenzied actions, a flood of moisture begins to flow, making our intimate heat even wetter and deeper.
My gasps and cries of painful pleasure strike the walls of the silent room, echoing through the air as I completely lose myself in Michael’s madness.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!