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

But then again, for years now, the only one that’s ever been able to make me lose my endless patience
is the woman lying underneath me, my wife. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I promise.”
She smiles at me so sweetly that my heart clenches. “Then give me a moment of honesty, Ares.
Tell me one thing no one else knows? Give me a part of you no one else has.”
The edges of my lips turn up into a small smile. “You already have my last name, Raven. It’s the
one thing I’ll never give to anyone else.”
“Never?”
I shake my head and grab her tightly, taking her with me as I roll onto my back. She shifts in my
embrace, until she’s got her head on my chest and her leg hooked over my hip, her inner thigh brushing
against my cock teasingly. Does she realize how hard she makes me?
“Never,” I promise her. The moment I married her, I knew Hannah and I were over. I never
should’ve entertained the idea of divorcing Raven in three years — not unless she asks it of me. That
isn’t me, and she deserves better.
She looks up at me and smiles, and it fucking does something to me. I can’t quite explain it, but
I’m certain I’ll always remember the way she’s looking at me right now.
“Feel better, Cupcake?”
She nods, and I hold her tightly, my hand stroking her back until her breathing evens out. I stare up
at the ceiling as she falls asleep in my arms, my thoughts whirling. I can’t believe I’ve been staying
away from her when I could’ve had this all along. One night with her, and I think I’m already
addicted.