Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 167: His Strength Her Security

Chapter 167: His Strength Her Security

"Shall I?" Tony asked leaving her lips.

"What?" she asked still holding his cheeks. She couldn’t leave his eyes. She couldn’t believe how she managed to marry such a handsome man. He was perfect in every way she could imagine.

Maybe God is real. If there was no God, how could a beauty like this exist?

While she was in awe with her husband, her husband proved that the devil existed. His fingers slipped between her legs. Kissing her earlobe, he rubbed his erect manhood at her entrance.

"Shall I?" he asked. Even his voice was perfectly deep it made her insides vibrate.

She kissed him. Why should he ask? Isn’t she his to take? He slid inside her. He moved slowly as he kissed her deeply. She moaned wrapping her legs around his waist.

He was gentle. His kisses were passionate but his touches were gentle and so were his movements. It was different that usual but it was not enough for her. His movements were for her a small glass of water thrown at a raging volcano. It did nothing to quench her fire.

"Deeper..." she sank her fingers in his shoulders.

He grunted but didn’t increase his pace.

"Harder, Tony..." she bit his lips. "Take me harder, Sweetie..."

She almost used a begging tone. He still didn’t budge only his kiss got deeper.

Marcella couldn’t bear it anymore. She pushed him down and climbed on top of him. If he was not going to listen to her, she was going to take what she wanted.

Tony held her slender waist as she moved passionately on top of him. He didn’t know she had it in her to move for that long. She usually would slump down after getting the peak once. But that time, she didn’t stop.

He did marry a nymph. She was perfect!

He didn’t want to let her do all the work and sat up. She was not willing to get down and he ended up finishing when she was on his lap. He couldn’t hold back any longer. She was so tight around him. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder she leaned on him. Her hips were still moving even after he finished and was out of her.

"Not pleased yet?" he whispered in her ear while brushing off the hair sticking to her ear.

She rubbed her cheek on his cheek and kissed his neck. Her slick body stuck to his chest and he let out a deep breath. Who said men love sex more? His wife was the living proof that women were good at everything. He would bet his everything that she feels more pleasure than him too.

Women are amazing and beyond any understanding.

"We can continue after~"

"No," Marcella let out a deep breath and stretched herself. Tony couldn’t help but trace his hand over her chest. When her slender arms were up, she looked so defenseless and cute.

He kissed her cleavage. "Yours are the best boobs in the entire world," he kneaded them.

They fit right in his hands and they were so firm. He had never touched anything softer that those twin peaks.

Marcella giggled. "Oh, really? How much research did Mr. Crawford do to come to that conclusion?" she asked.

She knew she was the only woman he was with.

"I might not have touched many...any," he corrected.

Marcella smiled. "And...?"

"I’ve seen many pictures... Heard of Playboy Magazine?" he asked.

Marcella’s lips curled. "When did you have time to look through such books?"

She didn’t think the studious Tony would have been like other hormonal teenagers his age. He was above them.

Tony bowed his head and buried his nose in between her boobs. "You smell so good..." he kissed softly on her mounds and attempted to suck on her sensitive buds.

"Wait," Marcella grabbed him by the hair at back of his head and made him look at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed. "Tell me, Tony... Did you stick my face to the body of one of the models in those magazines?"

Tony pushed her on the bed and pinned her hands over her head. There was a smirk hanging by the corner of his mouth but she could sense the dreaded shame on his face.

"You are nothing like I imagined. You are beyond..."

"Oh, really?" she scoffed.

He nudged her nose with his nose. "Did you think I was a saint, Marcella? Sorry to burst your bubble, Birdie. I had a, no, I have a beast inside of me. Did you think my outburst today...and that night of the party, came out of nowhere? This is me, Marcella—a beast! I’m not a sweet baby like you think. Scared yet?" he asked.

Marcella stared into his eyes. He was not joking. Those words came from his heart. That was what he felt about himself. He might not look like it, but this was him being vulnerable in front of her.

"I love every part of you, Tony," she said. She hoped her words were enough. "Even the beast in you. I love your ability to control the beast inside you more. That makes you stronger. You know your beast and that’s your strength and my security."

Tony’s eyes watered. He didn’t expect such a reply from her. "But I hurt you..." His voice cracked against his wishes.

"Maybe..." Marcella kissed him. "But you stopped, Tony. Both times, you stopped. You could have easily overpowered me and let your beast out to ravage me. I probably would have forgiven you even if you did. Still, you stopped when I asked you to."

Tony fell on her chest. His deep voice vibrated over her heart as he chuckled. "You always see the best in me, Birdie..."

"Because you are the best. At least, for me," she said.

Her life had only been better knowing Tony. He brought so much light and joy to her world.

"I’ve always seen myself in your eyes, Birdie. At times, I get scared by the pedestal you put me on. What if I don’t measure up?" he asked.

Marcella caressed his hair gently. "I’ll love you, still."

Tony said nothing. His big, rough hand kneaded her hips as he lay on top of her. Within a few seconds, she could feel him warming up.

"Oh, come on, Tony. I want to sleep," she said knowing what was going on with him.

"Too bad!" Tony shrugged and climbed on top of her. "My beast had awakened."

He rubbed his thick erection between her legs.

"Heaven help me," Marcella whispered.

Tony’s lips covered her lips and she ended up getting swept with his desire. He was not alone. She desired him too.