BONUS: Part 1

BONUS: Part 1
Adrian Hale Kael

Five years later.

I wake up with my body ignited by a warm pleasure growing in waves. My breath comes in short, hot gasps, and a groan escapes before I can hold it back. I open my eyes, panting, and look down. Magnus is between my legs, his mouth tracing slow paths, teasing every inch as if savoring a secret.

His firm fingers grip my thighs, holding me in place, while he forces my cock even deeper into his throat.

"Fuck... Love... Don't stop."

My groans only intensify as I feel the tip of his tongue playing with the head of my hardness. He starts jerking me off at a steady rhythm, never stopping the licking along the length, leaving it wet and slick with spit.

"Ah, Christ... I'm going to come." I grip the sheet beneath me so hard my knuckles turn white.

The sound of his mouth becomes everything—exciting, sinful, obscene. His head moves up and down at a surprising speed. His mouth is so hot, tight, and soft that I can't stay still. I grab his hair and force my hips upward, fucking his throat, desperate to come.

"Ah, that feels so good... What a delicious little mouth, my love."

My thrusts become blunt and violent in my desperation to release. I let out a loud groan, pushing his head down to swallow all of me, feeling my body shudder as the orgasm rips through me completely. I make him swallow it all, not wasting a single drop.

He pulls back, takes my length out of his mouth, and lets out a small cough.

"Damn, what a beautiful way to wake up," I say, my breath still hitched.

He leans over my body and kisses me. I don't care about my own taste; in fact, I find it incredibly erotic. I hold the back of his neck and deepen the kiss, a muffled groan escaping when I feel his tongue seek mine. When he pulls away, a smirk plays on his lips.

"Good morning, my love."

I always melt when I hear him call me that.

"Good morning, my god." He rolls his eyes at the nickname, and I end up laughing at the reaction.

He lies down beside me and pulls me to his chest, his fingers sliding through my hair in a lazy caress.

"What are you doing today?" he asks, tracing slow circles on my back with his fingertip.

I kiss his chest before answering.

"I just need to sign some documents at the office. After that, I'll be free. I want you to be ready when I get back."

"Ready for what?"

I lift my face to look at him.

"We’re going on a date." I smile slightly.

"Love, we always have dates," he jokes, shaking his head.

"Not since I became CEO. I barely have time to stay home, and it’s killing me. I want to be with you, to sleep and wake up by your side." I sigh, my eyes fixed on his. "I should have killed my idiot father."

I give a short laugh, and he joins in, amused.

"Even if you had done that, you still would have inherited the company, love."

I huff against his chest.

"I would have left anyone else in charge. I'm only in that piece of shit place to provide you with comfort, to spoil you with the best clothes and the best food. I want to shower you with gifts."

"You know I can work too," he comments, kissing my hair.

My gaze turns serious.

"Don't even think about it. My spouse does not work. I am your husband, and it is my job to take care of you. Let me spoil you, please."

He laughs low.

"More than you already do?"

"Yes," I confirm, pouting.

He kisses my forehead.

"You're lucky. I don't feel like working. You've spoiled me so much over these five years that I've gotten too comfortable. But if I ever want to, you won't stop me, Adrian."

His firm gaze makes me huff and hide my face in his chest.

"You're so cruel. You know I can't deny you anything."

"Then stop trying," he retorts through laughter, lightly squeezing my waist. "Now, enough laziness. It’s time to go. I’ll drive you today."

My heart races; a sudden happiness takes hold of me. Spending more time by his side is everything I need.

I jump up, stretching my body until I hear my joints pop. Magnus also stands up, with that serene and imposing air that leaves me completely surrendered.

"I'll go get breakfast ready," he says, walking toward the door.

I put on a whiny tone, trying to keep him for a few more minutes.

"Aren't we going to shower together?"

He approaches, takes my chin, and gives me a quick peck.

"I already did. Wake up earlier next time."

He leaves the room laughing, while I stand there, watching him disappear down the hallway. An involuntary smile appears on my face, and my chest fills with a rare lightness. Nothing in the world compares to the feeling of being loved by him.

I go to the bathroom, stare at my reflection, and sigh. Even at thirty, I haven't changed much. My face has matured a bit, but it still carries youthful features. I splash my face, grab my toothbrush, and start brushing my teeth.

Magnus, at forty-three, remains irresistible. Our life has been incredible. Five years of love, jealousy, and possessiveness, but also of partnership and intensity.

Before taking over the company, I traveled the world with him: France, England, Brazil, Japan, Korea, and so many other places. Every year we renew our vows, always with a new honeymoon, new memories, and new desires.

Yes, there has also been blood during these years. The first time I killed was in college: some pathetic loser tried to stab me out of envy. Magnus threw himself in front of me and took the knife for me.

The memory still consumes me. I only didn't kill the bastard on the spot because I needed to get my king to the hospital. After he recovered, I did what had to be done. I went to the worm’s house and stabbed him until his last breath.

Since he wanted to use a knife on me, it was only fair I used a knife on him.

Magnus scolded me for my impulsiveness, but I never regretted it. Whoever touches him pays with their life.

Another was a woman at the gym. She had the audacity to put her hand on him. I killed her in the bathroom without hesitation. No one suspected a thing, and even if they did... money buys everything.

I finish brushing my teeth and head into the shower. The hot water streams over my shoulders, running down the tattoo on my collarbone that bears his name—Magnus. We also have our initials marked on our fingers. He has my name tattooed on his waist.