When Arielle slowly became aware of her surroundings, her body was still shaking. The shock from her first orgasm that night lasted longer. Moreover, there was a flutter of butterflies in her stomach as lots of kisses landed on her bare skin.
Her blue irises slowly opened, and she found how beautiful her husband's messy black hair was. It framed the man's face impeccably. With his high cheekbones and sharp red irises, he was perfect.
A satisfied smile never left Ronan's lips.
"Welcome back," he said, making Arielle almost let out a laugh.
His hoarse voice stirred Arielle's desire again, although her desire just calmed down seconds ago.
Ronan kept kissing the girl's stomach, giving lots of small bites there. Arielle cupped her husband's face, then stroked his wound. Feeling the gentle touch, Ronan was lulled. He opened his eyes and looked at Arielle right in the eyes, enjoying how soft her palms were.
