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B E L L A




There are moments in a woman's life when her heart flips in her chest, when the world suddenly seems all rainbows and unicorns. And I felt this in this moment when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and a strong scent of chocolate and sandalwood hit my nostrils causing my stomach to danced in joy.
Even in the darkest room with blindfold, I'll still recognize him with just a single touch of his fingertip. 
"You smell fucking amazing." 
I shivered when his tongue licked my earlobe and I tilted my head a little giving him access to more of my skin. His hands were wrapped around my stomach under the thin fabric of the shirt that I wore after the shower. 
I gasped softly when I felt something hard poking my ass and I arch my back a little rubbing on his bulge purposely to incite a groan from him. 
His left hand trailed down until he reached the place I so wanted to feel his hand on. A groan escape his lips and he bite the soft skin below my jaw. 
"Why is my wife wearing nothing underneath my shirt?" 
I couldn't help but giggle slightly pushing him so I can resume what I was doing before he distracted me with his fine lips and absolutely rough hands. 
"Mr husband, I do suggest you leave me in peace if you still wish to have a proper dinner." I teased crossing my arms against my chest in way my shirt hiked up a little. And ofcourse, it didn't go unnoticed by him seeing the way he licked his lip and his eyes darkened before he blinked twice.
"Maybe all I need is to dip my head in between those luscious thigh and have my dinner, what do you say, little wolf?" Mahir suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I admit, I was rather flushed by his statement as I clenched my thighs together already imagining the scene in my head. Never in my life I felt so compelled before giving in to the tempting offer he made. My husband has the way to make me feel things no one has ever did before.
Collecting my composer, I threw him a pointed look to which he seemed displeased already knowing my answer. 
He let out a growl, rolling his eyes before turning his back to me mumbling as he left the kitchen. I stiffened a laugh and went back to cooking. Or atleast I tried.
I decided to go a little fancy tonight and decided to make garlic butter steak with mashed potatoes, stirred fry vegetables. I knew Mahir loved eating steaks so I braced myself for putting all my efforts in the dinner. 
No matter how much I try to focus on the task at hand but I couldn't shake the feeling of his hands and lips all over my body. It's intoxicating that even though he isn't here, my body was on fire as if he's still touching me. 
I feel so hot right now. Maybe I should have let him do something about the situation between my legs. 
Shaking that thought, I put my mind completely in cooking and alas after almost an hour, I was finally done. I heaved a sigh of relief when I glanced at the table filled with the food that I had prepared and some other side dishes I made few days ago. I immediately put wine in two glasses and smiled as everything was ready.