Alpha’s Hidden Obsession By Misha K
Chapter 125 Honeymoon (1) (Poppy POV)
I woke up refreshed. Damon was still sleeping next to me without a care in the world All these days we had been so strung up that coming for our honeymoon was perhaps the best thing that we ever decided.
I propped myself upon my elbows as my l*ips curled up. seeing Damon He looked like a young carefree boy. His hair was tousled. Lightly, I brushed away his hair from his forehead. He stirred a little and then went back to sleep. My husband was so gorgeous that even while he was sleeping. I could feel my toes culling. I was very lucky that he loved me so much despite the fact that we started as enemies.
After placing a chaste k*iss on his forehead. I slid out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. When I came back, he was still sleeping. I chuckled, “Get up. sleepy head.” I said, going to him and k*issing his lips.
He opened his eyes and grabbed my waist as soon as he saw me. “How can one get up when they catch a wife wrapped only in a towel?” He pulled me over him as I squealed. “I need to peep behind the towel,” he said and in one swift move removed it from me even though I protested and pushed off his chest to run away. But my wolf was too strong. It was impossible to get out of his grip. He clamped my waist with one band as he removed my towel. “Not so fast sweetheart,” he growled.
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“Damon,” I swatted at his chest. “Don’t we have to go anywhere?
“Why should we? We have conic on our honeymoon,” lie said as if reminding me.
“Don’t you have any plans to visit places?” I said, bewildered.
“I have only one plan which is to visit your p*ussy again and again. Maybe I will live inside of you for the entire honeymoon because that is what honeymoon means!” he smirked.
I shot him a glare. “Alpha Damon Lombard. Get up and get ready. I am famished!”
His chest rumbled with a delicious rumble. “Then by all means, eat me.”
My cheeks heated till my cars. I could feel his e*rection tenting against my belly through his pajamas. Goddess. My wolf was so shameless. He looked at me salaciously. “So, what do you want?” he asked. “Eat me or be eaten.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I will do as I please,” I replied with an altitude. “But after that you are going to lake me out for an adventure.”
He crossed both his arms beneath his head and said. “Depends on your performance.”
“Ah, I see.” he threw a challenge al me and I picked up the gauntlet. I lowered myself on his body while maintaining his gaze. When I reached his e*rection, I stroked it over his pants first and then lowered his pajamas. It sprag out, thick and heavy and loaded, “Watch me,” I said. All his muscles were taut with tension as his eyes darkened. I k*issed his balls and then swallowed his e*rection in one go.
He hissed as his h*ips bucked in my direction. I l*icked him, s*ucked him and licked his s*lit as I pressed his b*alls. Damon’s eyes rolled into his head, his chest vibrated with a menacing rumble and he brought his h*ands to grasp the back of my head. I sucked him till my throat.
“Ahh!” he growled. “I can’t hold,” he said in a strained voice. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his face when he shot his release inside me with a muffled snarl.
I licked every last drop of his c*um and watched him. When he removed the pillow from his face, he was panting. “How was the performance. Lord Lombard?”
He had a silly grin on his face when he pulled me and k*issed me on my l*ips, lasting himself. “I love it when you call me lord. Do that again and I shall reward you.”
“Oh, so you liked the title?”
“And your performance was excellent,” he added with a chuckle. After that he made me sit on his face. I had to grab the headboard as he devoured me till I came so hard that my limbs were jelly.
Breakfast was great with a variety of food on the table for us. We had gone down to join the buffet. Damon had booked a winery tour of Waiheke Island for us. When we reached there, we were shown the process of how to make wine and were given several flavors to taste. I bought a crate of six bottles and ordered them to send a few to Damon’s business office in the human world.
It was almost 4 PM when we finished the tour of the winery. Damon had arranged for a ferry to take me to the nearby islands where I did a lot of shopping. I was finally satisfied with my shopping al 8 PM when I saw Damon carrying about ten bags behind me, dragging himself with a grunt. “What’s it with women and shopping?” I giggled. This was my first ever shopping spree and I didn’t want to waste it.
He look me to a restaurant near a beach at 9 PM. The sea food was so delicious that I made dirty sounds as I enjoyed it. Damon watched me intensely as I made those sounds. “It seems you want to be f*ucked right here, Poppy,” he said in a deep throaty voice.
I shrugged. “I won’t mind if you like others to watch you and me in that act.”
He gritted his teeth. “Wait till I s*pank you for that. I am going to make your ass so f*ucking red and numb that you won’t make those sounds again.”
I bit my l*ip. “Promise?” My juices flowed at his words.
His nostrils flared. “F*uck!”
How was my fault that my husband was always thinking of s*ex? I was just a poor little girl in this big, bad world. I fluttered my eyelashes. He narrowed his eyes. I pulled out my right foot from my sneakers, lifted it and slowly trailed it up to his t*high. In, in, in, until I reached in his thigh and stocked his e*rection with my foot.