Chapter 103 Side Story 10

Chapter 103 Side Story 10
Devon.

The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.

I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.

A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of her shoulder, down her spine, and along the smooth arch of her hip. I watch her chest rise and fall rhythmically with each slow, even breath, knowing that beneath that flawless exterior lies the heart I've claimed as my own.

The sheet barely conceals her, leaving her exposed in all her vulnerable beauty. I resist the urge to wake her, to demand more from her, knowing that she must be sore from our intense lovemaking. I take in the sight of her like this, unguarded and trusting, and feel my love for her swell within me.

Yet, as I watch her, I can't deny the longing that burns within me. The same primal desire that drew me to her the first time we met still courses through my veins. I crave her, every inch of her, every sigh and whisper. Yet, I'm not selfish. I won't rush her. I won't push her.

Brushing off the hair that is sticking to her face away, I press a kiss to her temples, watching as she sighs heavily before settling comfortably to sleep. Quietly, I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb her slumber. I move silently across the room, drawing the curtains open to let the morning sunlight spill into the room. The gentle rays illuminate the space, painting everything in soft shades of gold. Then I pick up all the discarded clothing and dump them on one of the chairs in the bedroom, but not before putting on my shirt and briefs, before heading towards the bathroom.

The ensuite bathroom door creaks softly as I push it open, and I begin to prepare a warm bath for my beloved. Turning up hit water to film the tub, I pour it some shower gel and watch it bubble up. Steam rises from the water, carrying the fragrant scent of lavender and eucalyptus into the room. I pour in a few drops of her favorite bath oil, wanting this moment to be perfect for her. once the water is perfect, I go back to the bedroom to find Jessica beginning to stir.

Her eyelashes flutter open, revealing the depths of her hazel eyes. She blinks sleepily, her gaze meeting mine, and a lazy smile curves her lips.

"Good morning" she murmurs, her voice drowsy and filled with warmth.

"Good morning yourself." I reply, crossing the room to stand by her side. I lean down and press a tender kiss to her forehead, tasting the salt of our shared passion on her skin. "How are you?" I ask as I pull away and she shrugs, yawning.

"I don't know, you tell me." She mumbles and I chuckle.

"I'd say awesome though a bit sore." I answer and she smiles, running a hand through her hair.

"You got that part right." She tells me, laughing softly. "I need a shower." She groans and I swoop in to carry her from the bed, lifting her in bridal style.

"Way ahead of you." I mutter as kiss her. Her eyes widen as she stares at me.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking you to the bathroom. I already prepared your bath." I tell and she stills, her eyes rounding out with love as she wraps her hands around my neck. We make our way to the bathroom, where the steaming bath awaits. I help her step into the tub, and she sighs in contentment as the warm water envelops her.

I take a seat beside the tub, a soft smile on my lips as I watch her soak in the luxurious bath. She leans back, her eyes fluttering closed, and I can see the tension melting away from her body. I reach for a sponge and begin to gently wash her, caressing her skin with each loving stroke.

"This feels amazing." She whispers, her voice a gentle sigh.

"Just relax. You're all mine to take care of today." I mutter to her and she giggles.

"I might like this side of you more." She tells me and I glance at her, cocking a brow.

"Only this side?"

"I love all sides of you dummy. This side just might be my favorite." She says, splashing soapy water on me. Shaking my head, I continue to wash her, taking my time to pamper her, to make her feel cherished. Her trust in me is a precious gift, one I'll never take for granted. Once I'm done washing her, I pour warm water over her, rinsing away the soap, and she opens her eyes to meet mine once more.

"Thank you." she says softly, her gaze filled with love.

"There's a better way to thank me." I tell her but she just smiles and kisses me. Our tongues dance together in a slow, sensuous rhythm, and I savor the taste of her, the feel of her, as if I can never get enough. When we finally break the kiss, we're both breathless, our bodies humming with desire once more. Brushing her lips with my thumb, I stand to my feet and go grab some pillows. When I turn back, she's already on her feet and I wrap one around her body and one on her hair.

"Thank you." She mutters once more and i nod. Then start to take off my clothing as I prepare for my bath.

"You don't need help?" She suggests and I shake my head, grinning.