SWNOVELS The Secret Fiancée: Chapter 24
Raya’s eyes are glued to mine as I carry her into the house and grin at her, relieved to find her looking at me the way she did in the rose garden. It’s not quite the same way she looked at me the day we met, but it’s far less guarded than it’s been recently, and I’m counting that as a win.
She bites down on her lip when we enter my bedroom, her gaze roaming over my face, a hint of insecurity making its way into her eyes. “Is this the home you told me you’ve never brought a woman to? The home you reserved for your wife?”
I nod and lower her to the floor carefully. She takes a step back, her gaze conflicted as she looks around. I study her as she takes in the cream tones and all the tech I have installed, and I’m not quite sure what to do or say now that we’re alone. “If there’s anything you don’t like, we can just redecorate. I want to make sure you feel at home here. There’s a lab at the back of the house too, with any and all equipment you could possibly want. Nothing is off-limits to you, Raya.”
She smiles tightly and nods, her expression unreadable as she walks through the bedroom and into the attached dressing room, pausing in front of the floor-length mirror. I watch her as she looks at her herself, a hint of disbelief written all over her face, like she can’t quite comprehend that she’s here with me, dressed in a wedding gown.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and she turns to face me, her gorgeous brown eyes sparkling with vulnerability. I hesitate for a moment before stepping closer, the back of my hand brushing over her cheek softly. “Truth or Dare, Raya?” I whisper.
She exhales shakily, her eyes fluttering closed. “Dare.”
I cup her face, my thumb brushing over her mouth. “I dare you to just be in the moment with me. Don’t think about the past or the future and just be here with me.”
She leans into my hand and draws a shaky breath before nodding. “Your turn,” she whispers.
“Dare.”
My wife looks up at me from lowered lashes, and the way her eyes roam over my face makes my heart beat a little faster. She hesitates, her gaze settling on my lips. “Kiss me, Lex. Make me forget about everything but this moment with you. Keep me from overthinking.”
Surprise is quickly drowned out by desire, and I step closer to her as I tilt her face up, my hand sliding into her hair. “With pleasure, Mrs. Windsor,” I murmur, taking my time. I kiss the edge of her mouth first, earning myself a sweet whimper. The tip of her nose is next, and she startles a little, only to gasp when I kiss her forehead. “Like that?” I whisper, proceeding to kiss her temple. “Tell me how you’d like to be kissed, my little fairy.”
She reaches for my shirt and balls the fabric in her hand, pulling me closer. “You know how,” she tells me, throwing my own words back at me.
I smirk and lean in, my lips touching hers once, twice, before I grab her waist and pull her flush against me. My wife rises to her tiptoes, her lips parting for me eagerly. The way she moves her tongue against mine is fucking intoxicating, and that faint honey flavor… delicious.
Her hands roam over my shirt, and I groan when she undoes the top button, and then the next one, until my shirt falls open. I pull back to look at her, only to find the same wild hunger I’m feeling in her eyes. She slowly slides my shirt off my shoulders, putting a wicked smile on my face. Having her full attention on me like that is fucking thrilling.
I pull my shirt off entirely, my cufflinks hitting the floor as I yank it off impatiently. Raya’s gaze roams over my body appreciatively, and I grin at her. “Examining your new belongings, Mrs. Windsor? What’s the verdict?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” she tells me, her voice husky. “I can’t. I don’t have the full picture, you see.”
“Fuck,” I moan when she slides her hand down my chest, hooking her finger into the waistband of my pants.
My heart is racing as I place her hands on my zipper, and she looks into my eyes as she undoes my pants, only to lose her confidence the moment her hand brushes against my rock-hard cock. Her eyes widen, and a cute innocent look takes over her expression.
“Turn around.”
My tone is harsher than I’d intended, my impulse to control the situation bleeding into my voice. Raya inhales deeply before obeying, slowly turning to face the mirror again, her eyes finding mine in the reflection.
A soft, needy whimper escapes from her perfect pouty lips when I move her hair aside to expose her neck, my eyes on hers as I kiss her just below her ear. She shivers when I trail the curve of her neck with my lips, taking my time.
Raya gasps when I place my hand on the back of her blouse, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Can I undress you?”
She searches my face for a couple of seconds, and then she nods, the movement near imperceptible. My hands tremble as I undo the delicate hooks on the back, my heart skipping a beat when it falls open, exposing her skin. Raya presses her hands to the front of her blouse, insecurity drowning out her desire, and I smile at her.
“I told you I’d wait for as long as you wanted me to, Raya. That hasn’t changed. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.”
She nods and pulls her arms away, but the way she still has her shoulders drawn up tells me she isn’t comfortable, so I move on to her skirt instead, helping her step out of the heavy garment. Raya’s eyes are blazing when I grab her waist and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around me, and I take a moment to just look at my wife. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to experience this version of her again — the version I’ve come to consider mine. My enchanting little fairy.
My hands slide down to her ass, and she gasps, rotating her hips into me just a touch. “Fucking perfect,” I whisper against her mouth as I carry her back to our bedroom. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she kisses the edge of my lips, making me pause mid-step.
She moans when I push her against the nearest wall and kiss her, her hands roaming over my shoulders, only to thread through my hair. It’s fucking thrilling to be wanted by her, and I’ve never experienced anything quite like this. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. I can barely think straight, can’t even make my way to my bed without needing another taste of her. I groan as I try my hardest to pull away from her and take another step forward, and she laughs, no doubt enjoying my torment.
Raya inhales shakily when I place my knee on my bed and carefully lower her on top of it, her blouse still loosely covering her. I bite down on my lip harshly when my eyes roam down, settling on the baby blue lace between her legs. Fuck if this isn’t the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on — my wife, half undressed, her eyes sparkling with desire.
Her eyes grow impossibly wide when I push off my slacks, and she inhales sharply, her cheeks stained beautifully pink.