Chapter 2
LATER THAT DAY, just as the sun was beginning to dip into the sky, Dawn found herself highlighting down from a private ride and stepping into a shimmering hotel building in a city far away from home.
"Feeling better?" David asked, noting how she'd consecutively barfed on the plane ride, and in her defense, no one mentioned taking a flight to Miami, not that they needed to, but her motion sickness has always been top-notch.
She hummed a reply and nodded, too weary to do anything else. When they arrived at the door, David slipped a key card and pushed, revealing a large room with heavy lighting.
She stepped in first, going further to give the interiors a better look. It was a luxury sedan with expensive-looking items accompanied by a great view of the ocean and although she would've preferred something a little more serene and private, David loved the sight of a public.
She took a tour to the other end of the room and marveled at the sight of the ocean through the glass windows. It was breathtaking. The sun reflected on the deep blue waters, bestowing upon it shimmering sparkles that looked like diamonds.
She had never been this far away from home before and the thought of visiting a place like this only existed in her dreams but seeing it up close sparked feelings she couldn't explain and the sooner she realized getting married to an Argent was going to change her life, the better.
After a brief phone call, David unbuttoned three buttons of his shirt before ripping it over his head and leaving it to fall to the floor as he walked to hover behind his wife.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He murmured, feeling a tightening in his body as nuzzled into her neck and basked in the rosy scent of her hair.
"It is. I love it" she said, sighing heavily at the feeling of his palms slowly sliding down the length of her arms and going back up in the form of a caress.
"Well, I'm glad you do" he mumbled, swiping his tongue over her delicate skin and that sensation caused a shiver of anticipation to shoot through his body as he thought of the other things his tongue was going to be licking that night.
Dawn bit her lip, her breathing became fast and hard as she tried to focus on other things like the ocean or the beautiful view of the city but it all led back to the heat growing between her legs and to make her sexual frustration all worse, David spoke, the next words leaving his mouth making her legs turn wobbly in an instant.
"Join me in bed" he whispered, releasing his fingers and trailing them over her hourglass figure.
Dawn gulped, her heart pounding against her chest. "Permit me to clean up first"
His lips captured her earlobe and he trailed his tongue over it, tugging her body closer so she felt his growing erection. "Let me feel your skin tonight, wear nothing underneath" his voice was gingerly, and dominating — it shouldn't have been hot, but it was.
Slowly, she released herself from his grip and pecked the corner of his lips before disappearing into the bathroom where she stood against her reflection and breathed out a relieving sigh.
Mother had lectured her about her duties as a wife, especially on a night as important as this. She was told to be submissive and open to all types of adventures, nothing was ever certain on nights like this and she could only pray for David's ultimate satisfaction because unlike his previous flings who had first-class in sex education, she was a rookie and inexperienced when it came to pleasuring a man.
She stripped bare from her wedding dress, freed her hair from the multiple bobby pins, and took a light shower before stepping out to put on one of the outrageous velvet lace robe her best friend, Becky had placed in her luggage as a parting gift.
After finding her way around the robe and redoing her hair into a lazy updo, she stole a last glance at herself before exiting the bathroom. When she returned, she met David standing by the window and watching the nightlife of the city in nothing but his boxer briefs.
He was gorgeous from the broadness of his shoulder to the deep V that curved over his hip and led to the mystery she was yet to unfold. His body was toned to perfection, the type that belonged on the front of a magazine instead of hidden beneath a shirt while he ran his company.
For a brief moment, she fidgeted, wondering if this was a good idea. She was scared, scared that he might not like what he saw, scared that she might not be enough. All her life she hadn't been with any man, she didn't know the dos and don'ts and she was scared of flopping.
She'd taken a retreating step backward, about to bail back into the bathroom and lock herself In there until the next sunrise but the moment his neck tilted sideways and his grey eyes met hers, all the doubt that had built up inside her crushed beneath her feet and faded away like they never existed.
David smiled. He held out his palm for her to take and Dawn walked over. She was sheepish, he could tell by the way she played with her fingers — he loved it, he loved how sexy and adorable she could be at the same time.
"You look beautiful" he mumbled, holding her against his body and almost moaning at the feeling of her breast grazing his bare chest.
"You tell me that all the time David" Dawn whispered, her voice a little trembly. She'd tried to distract herself from the raging heat building between her legs but it proved difficult and now that his hands were firm around her waist, she couldn't help but shiver.
"Well, today is different. When I say you are beautiful— " he brought his fingers to tilt her face up and she looked straight into his winter grey eyes, feeding on his sincerity "— I mean inside out"
His lips brushed hers, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, like soft rain on a summer evening, long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and feed on the exotic scent that made his insides tingle.
"Open for me Dawn" he demanded softly, coaxing her lips open and she gave in, welcoming his invasion and moaning with pleasure as his tongue swept in and explored her warmth like a quick electric pulse. He nibbled and licked, kissing her like no man had ever kissed her. Soft, moist, hot, and breathy.
Dawn moaned into his mouth. This wasn't the first time they'd shared a kiss but it was certainly different and maybe it was because she never really understood the power of desire until this very moment.
"You taste divine" he gave out, a low growl erupting from his chest. "I just can't get enough" he spoke breathlessly, his hunger becoming harder to control and the hard budge forming in his boxers was all the confirmation Dawn needed.
She was twenty - four years old, old enough to have touched a man before. She knew what his hardness meant. She'd just never expected it to feel quite so hot and exciting. Her hands trailed down his chest, more determined, more curious about the heat that laid await. She wanted to feel his fullness and taking a bold step, she reached for the fringe of his briefs but David held her hand, a slight grunt escaping him as he felt her fingers brush against his very very needy bulge.
"No, love" he released his grip on her waist, his eyes wrapped in a haze of desire as he led her towards the bed and guided her body down until it caressed the mattress. "Tonight is all about you-" he leaned his body over her. "—I want to please so bad that you'd think only of me and when you do, your cores will ache for me, your body will scream for me and your heart will beat for me"
He kissed down her neck, his hand searching for the only thin rope that locked him away from her nakedness and once he found it, he tugged on the rope, his eyes turning a shade darker as it fell off, revealing a whole new layer of sexiness that had him staring for more than a minute.
Her eyes, her lips, her curves, thick thighs, full breast — his shorts had become uncomfortably tight and it ached against the fabric but he couldn't do anything about it.
Today was about her, today was about his wife, she wasn't going to be treated like one of his nightstands no, a body like this deserved to be idolized, she deserved care and pure pleasure, she deserved to be kissed a thousand times.
Dawn lolled her head back as his lips traveled down the column of her throat. He kissed her shoulders, her chest, and then —
"David!" She found herself gasping, an unidentified sensation burning through her body as his mouth latched onto her nipple.
Oh, God.
She arched her back, jerking and moaning as he licked, sucked, and bit, torturing her slowly.
"Fucking gorgeous" he rasped, his voice vibrating against her sensitive nipple as he rolled the tip of his tongue over it.
Dawn felt her stomach clench. Her hands explored his body, looking for the right spot to clutch and squeeze as his tongue did, even more, ruin to her senses.
She felt his arousal press up against her and without the slightest incline on what to do, she placed her hand in between them and held it. He was huge, nothing like she'd ever felt before. She held it firm, thrilled. And slowly, she started moving her hand up and down.
David groaned and cursed, almost reluctantly stopping the assault on her breast. "Dawn— " He choked, a feverish desire automatically consuming him but he managed to control himself, not giving in to the desire to make love to her right there and there.
He held her hand and stopped it from moving any faster. Had she continued any further, he feared that he wouldn't have lasted long and that was the last thing he wanted. He needed time to imprint on her, he needed time to own her, to worship her.
His eyes dropped to her thighs and his body followed. He kissed her breasts, kissed the outline of her rib, going lower and lower, and as his lips rested on the linings of her aching heat, Dawn found herself releasing a sharp breath.
"David..." She called anxiously, closing her legs lightly but he said nothing, rather, he grabbed her hips and jerked her closer so she was at the edge of the bed and he was flushed between her legs.
"Open your legs" he ordered, his voice ruff with lust.
Dawn blinked with surprise, the mere mention of those words sending a bolt of lust burning through her.
His gaze snapped upward. "Dawn. Open it for me" He came close, already smelling the feminine hygiene of her arousal that made his insides turn rock hard. "I want to show you pleasure like never before, Dawn, please let me" he'd never wanted anyone else desperately. No woman had ever made him beg, no woman had ever made him lust to a point that his senses gave out to elation.
Dawn sucked in a sharp breath. She had no time to feel self-conscious as his hands urged her legs apart, giving him more room to caress, more space to tickle her skin.
"Watch me make a meal out of you Dawn, watch me eat you" He moved up, kissing her knee and brushing his nose over her skin. At some point, she thought she might die from the waiting, and then, just when she was convinced that nothing could wind her even tighter than she was, he touched her.
He touched her where no one had ever touched her, where she didn't dare touch herself. He touched her so intimately, so tenderly that she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming his name and as his finger slid inside, she knew that at that moment she no longer belonged to herself. She was his.
Her body, her heart, her soul. It was his.
