The-Wrong-Bride-Ares--Raven’s-story-(Maura,-Catharina)_bibis

Chapter Thirty-Nine
ARES
I stare at the rings in my hand with the most wicked smile on my face. I felt a sense of dread when
Hannah picked our rings, yet merely seeing the rings Raven chose fills me with a sick kind of
satisfaction.
I can’t wait to see my ring on her finger. It’s as big as I wanted it to be. There’s no room left for
misinterpreting what this ring means. It’ll mark her as mine the way I want it to, and I’ll gladly wear
her feather engraved ring in return.
“Rave?”
I tap my foot impatiently as I sit down on our bed and wait for her to walk out of the shower. I’m
half tempted to join her in there, but I can’t wait a moment longer to put this ring on her finger. The
bathroom is not the place to do it.
When we first got married, I wasn’t sure what a relationship between us would look like, and I
had no intention of being more than friends with her. When did that change? In a mere few weeks,
she’s become my wife in every way that matters.
Every night with her is fucking amazing. The way she wants me… it’s unreal. I’ve never been this
impatient and desperate before, and I can’t get enough of her. I’m half-tempted to skip work so I can
keep her in bed the way I’ve been dreaming of, but unfortunately for me, my wife is far busier than I’ll
ever be.
My heart skips a beat when she walks out of the shower in nothing but a skimpy towel. “Fuck,” I
groan.
Raven blushes, and the mere sight of her rosy cheeks sends another sharp tug of desire down my
body. For far too long, I’d been staying away from her under the guise of wanting to give her space,
but in part, it was because I knew I couldn’t resist her. She’s the one woman I never should’ve
desired and the only one I’ve ever wanted this desperately.
I rise to my feet and walk up to her, my gaze intent. She smiles as though she knows exactly what
she’s doing to me, standing there in that tiny towel, and a soft giggle escapes her lips as she takes a
step back, until her back is pressed against the wall.
“It’s ridiculous how beautiful you are,” I murmur, caging her in with my forearms.
Her eyes roam over the suit I’m wearing this morning, and she sighs as she grabs the lapels of my