As Leah’s hips began to jerk with to comfort her. As he plucked at her n!pples with his fingers, she began to tremble again. –Posted only on NovelUtopia
“I told you to stop…” She sobbed in shame. “Why…why do you keep doing it…hck…”
She had done this several times before because of Ishakan, but she wouldn’t remember it. Ishakan couldn’t help smiling. She always misunderstood what happened, and thought that he had made her wet the bed.
Infuriated, Leah punched him in the chest when he smiled, and then again since her reactions seemed to amuse him so. But striking him with a closed fist didn’t even tickle him, and her lips tightened.
“Ouch,” Ishakan said belatedly, pretending to be injured which only infuriated her more. It was so cute, he couldn’t resist biting her, gentle bites on her cheek that left no marks. “My wife is strong.”
“Ishakan, you really are so…!” she said, her voice quavering with a sob of frustration that she couldn’t express herself. As much as he wanted to keep teasing her, Ishakan didn’t want to actually make her angry. He stroked her silver hair.
“I’m sorry. Did you get scared?” He asked softly, and bent his head to lick her tearstained cheeks, and then her earlobe, and then her slightly chapped lips, whispering. “I’ll be gentler.”
Leah blinked wet lashes. Her tear-filled eyes looked like flowers in the rain, and Ishakan looked down at her, enchanted. Filled with emotions, her eyes took on such a captivating hue.
In the beginning, she had always been expressionless, and radiated a sober atmosphere. But now she sometimes let her walls down to show him her true feelings.
It moved him so much, it made it hard for Ishakan to be rational.
She was so beautiful, people would not let her alone. Of course, Ishakan was one of those people, and he tormented her often.
“I’ll be as gentle as you want…”
The difference was that he wanted to make her happy. He didn’t care if the road was difficult. He wanted to give her the most perfect happiness.
Ishakan kissed her wet eyes. His voice was filled with love, as if every word was a confession of his passion for her.