Chapter 60 60
Chapter 60 60
The atmosphere inside the limousine taking them back to The Savoy was so thick, it felt as if the oxygen had been replaced by Raymond’s invisible rage. Raymond sat back, staring straight ahead at the window, which displayed the blurred, twinkling lights of London. His jaw remained clenched, and his hands were balled into fists so tightly on his knees that his knuckles had turned white.
Clara didn't dare speak during the ride. She knew that any word she uttered now would only serve as gasoline for the fire raging in her husband’s chest. She could only stare at the back of Raymond’s hand, longing to reach out and offer him comfort, but she chose to wait until they reached the privacy of their suite.
As soon as the suite door clicked shut behind them, the silence was broken by Raymond’s heavy sigh. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the sofa with a rough motion.
"That man..." Raymond hissed, his voice low and menacing. "He truly has no idea where his boundaries are."
Clara approached slowly, her footsteps light on the thick carpet. She checked the children’s room briefly, ensuring Alexander and Norah were already fast asleep under the watchful eye of their loyal nanny, Maria. Once she was certain the children were safe, she returned to the living room and approached Raymond, who was now standing on the balcony, staring into the darkness of the night.
Clara wrapped her arms around Raymond’s waist from behind, resting her cheek against his sturdy back. "It’s all over for tonight, Ray. We’re home."
Raymond turned around, looking at Clara with eyes that still held flashes of anger. However, seeing his wife’s gentle face, the tension in his shoulders slowly began to ease. He pulled Clara into his embrace, holding her as if she might vanish if he loosened his grip even slightly.
"I don’t like the way he looks at you, Clara. I don’t like how he tries to get inside your head with his garbage," Raymond whispered near Clara’s ear.
Clara looked up, her fingers stroking Raymond’s firm, still-rigid jaw. "You know I won’t let anyone influence me, my husband. Julian Vane is just a stranger trying to provoke us. Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking about him."
Raymond looked at Clara intently. The city lights reflecting from the balcony window shimmered in Clara’s eyes, making her look so pure. The midnight-blue velvet gown she wore seemed to wrap her beauty in the most elegant way, highlighting her porcelain-white skin.
"You look tired, darling. Get some rest," Clara said with a soft smile, trying to lighten the mood.
Raymond felt something stirring deep within his chest. It was no longer anger, but a passion that had suddenly flared up wildly. Clara’s presence, the sweet scent of her perfume, and the softness of her voice instantly erased the image of Julian Vane from his mind. He felt a desperate need to claim this woman, to ensure that every inch of Clara’s body and soul belonged to him.
"Listen, darling, I am tired," Raymond whispered, his voice now heavy and seductive. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Clara’s earlobe, sending electric shivers through her entire body. "But I won’t be too tired to make love to you a few rounds tonight."
Clara’s cheeks flushed red. She giggled softly, a sound that always managed to melt Raymond’s hardened heart. "I always love making love to you, my dearest husband," she replied in an adorably spoiled tone.
Raymond didn't waste any more time. With movements that were full of longing yet controlled, he began to undo the small buttons on the back of Clara’s gown. The velvet fabric slid to the floor, revealing Clara’s curvaceous body, which never failed to stun Raymond every time he saw it.
Raymond lifted Clara into his arms, carrying her toward the large bed in the center of the master suite. He laid his wife down very gently on the silk sheets, as if Clara were the most fragile jewel in the world. Raymond gazed at Clara’s beautiful face; now that his wife was naked, he lowered his head and kissed her shoulder softly, her skin smooth and flawless.
After kissing her shoulder, Raymond’s full lips traced the curve of Clara’s firm, full breasts, biting her pink nipples with passion.
"Sshhh... honey," Clara sighed indulgently.
His wife’s voice made Raymond even more aroused; the man was obsessed with every inch of Clara’s beautiful curves. Raymond’s lips then sought something else, something sweet and wet...
Soon, the sound of Clara’s sharp, pleasurable moans echoed through the room.
"Akkhh... sshhh Hubby, that feels so good..."
Raymond was licking Clara’s most intimate spot with intense desire. His tongue moved rapidly, swirling and probing her center with intensity.
"Rayyy... akhhh..."
Clara gasped, her eyes hazy as she reached her first release.
Raymond looked at his wife affectionately, then said in a raspy voice, "Don't feel satisfied just yet, darling. I’ve only just begun the real game," Raymond chuckled while kissing Clara’s lips.
Moments later, Raymond entered Clara and moved his hips back and forth with a rapid rhythm.
"Akhh... Raymond Baby, that’s too fast..." Clara groaned loudly as her husband’s hardness thrust deep inside her. Clara felt as though she were soaring with pleasure.
"What was that, darling? You want it faster? Very well, as you wish..."
Raymond quickened his pace, faster and faster, until Clara’s body writhed violently as she reached the peak of pleasure. As Raymond neared his own climax, he let out a low growl.
"Fuck, you always feel so good, Baby... akkhh..."
After the explosion of passion subsided, the two lay side by side, drenched in sweat.
That night, amidst the cold luxury of London, their room became a witness to a union filled with raw emotion. There were no more contracts, no more past grudges. There was only Raymond, who worshipped every inch of his wife’s body, and Clara, who gave herself completely to the man who had become her other half. They made love with overflowing intensity, as if they wanted to consume one another in an endless ocean of pleasure, forgetting all the worldly problems waiting for them outside.