The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 333 - 333 Keeping (naughty) promises

333 Keeping (naughty) promises

“You wish.” Desmond dragged Evan who was trying to use the excuse to leave and find his ballerina. He had taken quite an interest in Clarion, Rosaly’s ballet instructor and was finding every excuse to talk to her even though she kept shutting him down.

“Are you going to start any time tonight?” Desmond raised an eyebrow at their opponents, who were taking too long to challenge them.

“Sure. How well do you know your bride?” Ximena cleared her throat. “My first question is this. How tall is she?”

“Ximena!” The ladies growled while the men laughed excitedly. She had made it too easy for them.

Zeus squeezed in on the men’s side just as Ximena finished asking her question and did the honors. “Five feet five, if she’s wearing those five-inch high heels she loves.”

Natalie rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t make fun of Zaria. Also, aren’t you supposed to be on the bride’s side? You’re her brother.”

“Aren’t you the groom’s best friend?” He retorted.

Fine, they had each stolen someone from each other. Though technically, Natalie belonged on either side depending on what role she was taking.

When it was Kara’s turn, she asked, “What is Zaria’s favorite snack?”

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The men made a semicircle to discuss but Desmond couldn’t risk this one. He spoke up before any of them did. “Blueberry muffins, blueberry ice cream…anything with choices of flavor, insert blueberry and it will be her favorite.”

Kara glanced at Ximena to silently ask if he had gotten it right, and Ximena’s smile told it all.

After having to answer several questions about when and where they had their first date, why Zaria chose a blue wedding gown, and places Zaria would choose to go on a vacation, they ended up answering questions that had nothing to do with Zaria. This is where the other guys came in.

But when it was Natalie’s turn, they were rendered speechless by her question.

“What’s the fear of long words called?”

Everyone burst into laughter while Desmond looked at Natalie like she was a traitor. “Are you really my friend, Nat?”

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After a tough game of ‘how well do you know your bride’ that had turned into questions completely unrelated to Zaria, Shera had asked Desmond to do fifty push ups and gasped in surprise when all the men dropped on the ground to do ten each. At least the ladies got to feast themselves on eye candy, after which Desmond promised to treat them to a girls’ vacation. Anything to get them off his back.

When he finally earned his way into the bridal chamber, his wife had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him. If he wasn’t so happy to finally have her as his wife, he would be mad at the girls for making her wait so long.

He kissed her forehead, pushed her hair off her face so it wouldn’t be a bother and picked her up to put her in bed.

She woke up when he lifted her and rubbed her eyes.

“You are here.”

“I am now.” He kissed her lips softly.

She had already taken a shower while waiting for him and changed into a revealing nightgown that he would have torn right off her body if she wasn’t so tired.

He put her in bed, thanking the heavens that the rose petals decorating the room didn’t extend to the bed. He would have had to rip them off so his wife would sleep without having petals sticking onto her skin and interfering with her sleep.

Kissing her cheek, he climbed off the bed. “I’ll take a quick shower and be right back.” He promised.

She nodded, or at least thought she had nodded. Her head felt too heavy to be certain.

It felt like only a few minutes when he came back and she opened her eyes, which grew wide when she saw what he was wearing.

She burst into laughter. “Choking hazard?”

“I should never have let Liam take care of things here.” He frowned, looking down at himself. Now that he thought about it, he and Ximena must have had a field day selecting their wedding night outfits. Why else did they choose to make Zaria wear a revealing nightgown and him boxers with a “choking hazard” warning on the crotch?

“They do have a point.” She peeled the covers off her and nudged at her nightgown. “It’s a match.”

“What’s a match?” He asked, right before she showed him the caution warning on her thong. Slippery when wet.

He hummed uncertainly. “We have a lifetime to find out.” He climbed into bed and although he wanted nothing more than to hold her, he stopped himself.

She scooted closer to him. “Why are you holding back?”

“It’s been too long since I was inside you.”

She blinked. “So…how does that explain you holding back?”

“You are tired tonight.”

“Never too tired for my man.” She pressed her lips on his and let her hands roam his body. She paused at his waist and slid her hand into his boxers. He groaned in anticipation. It had been way too long for her too.

He cupped her face and kissed her. “Is it just me or do you taste sweeter as a married woman?”

She rolled her eyes at his ridiculousness but he had a point. Being his wife did something to her too, and suddenly she couldn’t have enough of him.

Although it had been long since they had their hands on each other, they wordlessly agreed to take it slow tonight. The little tease was igniting fire under his skin without any intention to put it out, so he flipped her over and slid the nightgown off her body, covering her skin with his kisses and caresses instead.

He kissed a trail down her body, making her toes curl with each stroke of his tongue. She was on edge, craving for him even though he was only getting started. When he kissed her crotch, she parted her thighs to give him more access, but that wasn’t what he had in mind.

He kissed and caressed her, showering her body with the attention it craved—well, all parts of her body except the one that needed him the most. She ground her hips in invitation and when he finally took off her panties, her thighs parted farther of their own accord.

He held them apart and she thought he was going to taste her, but he pushed his cock right into her. He was doing it on purpose, making her expect one thing and doing another—not that she was complaining. It felt like heaven.

“I was right,” he growled as he pulled all the way out and slammed into her. “I love the taste of Zaria Williams but Mrs. Zaria Fort tastes a hundred times better.”

Wasn’t that the same person?

Though she couldn’t argue. Making love while married felt different to her too and she didn’t think she could ever get enough.

He turned her on her side and came up behind her. Placing her thigh on his, he slid into her gently, kissing her neck. Finally, they belonged together.

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The following day, she woke up to his tongue bringing her to a climax and it was the most blissful alarm she could ever ask for.

“You really are serious about keeping that particular promise.” She remarked.

“It was for selfish reasons.” He licked his lips like he had just feasted on his favorite delicacy. “I’m addicted to your taste.”

She kissed him. “Good morning, husband.”

“You’ve been waiting all week to say that, haven’t you?” He chuckled.

She placed her hands on his shoulders. “Maybe. Maybe all month.” She yawned.

“Do you want to go out for breakfast?” he asked her.

“I don’t know…I feel too tired to move.” She felt her limbs. It was as though she had been broken apart and fixed again. She didn’t think weddings could be so tiresome even with a wedding planner and everyone helping out.

Instead of dragging her out of bed like she thought he would, he joined her. “Good. Because I ordered breakfast. We can eat in bed and sleep all day, then we can go out later and watch the sea.”

At the mention of the sea, she finally remembered they were on a ship. They must have docked at night.

She remembered something and shot to her feet. “Did the guests leave already?”