Judas kiss novel Chapter 4

He looked at her beautiful face as her eyes slammed closed when he thrust into her. She let out a moan cursing incoherent words. Her lips seemed so inviting, he pressed his lips on top of?hers.?He could never get used to the feeling of being inside her, from their wedding night ;he knew he was hooked. He loved her with his heart and soul. She was the woman of his dreams, Della was the woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with.

He gave her slow deep strokes continuously and she arched her back enjoying the feeling of her husband being deep inside her core. She loved him so much, he made her feel special every single day and night which is now. She opened her eyes and let out another moan while looking into his sparking ocean blue eyes. She let her hands hang loose around her husbands shoulders.

After an amazing time, they both reached their climax. "I love you so much chéri." Andre whispered as he put a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. She blushed, she always felt shy, no matter how many times they had made love. "I want you forever ma moité" He whispered his warm breath tickling her neck. He felt like the luckiest man alive, from the day he laid his eyes upon her ; he knew right there and there she was the one.

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The sound of a knock on the door stirred him from his sleep. He opened his eyes and looked to his right only to see an empty space. "Stupid dreams." He hissed throwing the pillow off his King size bed. It was not the first time that he had a dream about his ex-wife but now it was just heart-rending or rather cheerless. The knock on the door reminded him of the reason why he had woken up from his dream... he thought he was over that phase of?wetdreams.

"Se?or, Breakfast is ready do

wnstairs." Marta said on the other side of the door but her voice was quite audible inside the room even though, not so long ago. He had made sure the walls to his master bedroom were soundproof for various reasons. He remembered how Della laughed at his ludicrous idea at the time.

"Yes,?bien?Marta." He replied in his French accent. Andre just couldn't get her off his damn mind. The whole weekend, she was all he thought about. Having had that conversation with her on Friday, he felt sick at heart. He had a son named Leondre, he was a father. The thought made him smile even though things weren't in the right order at the moment, he knew he would have his family back in this very same house.