Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 198: Playful Night

Chapter 198: Playful Night

Marcella had to beg him to finish. Even then, he was too excited.

"My knees hurt," she complained hoping that would make him stop. He was taking her for all the lost time; his passion was burning like an eternal flame.

He swooped her on the bed to lie on her belly without leaving her. Not letting her speak, he bit her earlobe. Marcella hugged the pillow to muzzle her moans. She didn’t want to awaken the sleeping baby.

Although her lips told him to stop, deep down, she wanted it to go on. Tony might have caught up on her thoughts to continue fiercely, as she matched his rhythm.

When Tony finished, Marcella was tired. Tony cuddled her and kissed her with no sign of tiredness on his face. He looked invigorated.

"Can we go for another round?" he asked.

"Tonight was awesome..." Marcella said. She didn’t mean to say it out loud. She was too tired and ended up speaking out her thoughts.

"It was, wasn’t it?" Tony held the back of her head and deepened the kiss. "I can’t have enough of you, Birdie... I want more of you. I want to be joined with you all the time..."

Marcella’s desire rose hearing his deep voice in her ear. The possessiveness and aggressiveness in his tone rekindled the passion she tried to douse. She kissed him back.

Tony’s fingers traced all over her body as he kissed her. Perspiration bloomed on her body as pearls and as he tangled with her, the droplets joined and made a streamline along her glowing skin. Her suppressed moans and the sound of the crumbling sheets filled the night.

"You are great, Tony," she kissed his earlobe as he finished inside her. "Should I go to the wedding?" she asked drawing circles on his slick skin.

"Why?" Tony raised his brows. That question came out of nowhere.

"It’s just...There’s a lot of work left... You’ll be alone here...Busy...I...wouldn’t know whether you eat well or sleep well. You’re going to dirty the house and pile all your clothes all over the house...I..." Her voice trailed off. She didn’t think she could survive almost a month without him. She got used to sleeping in his warmth at night. It would be impossible without him.

Tony pinched her nose. "I thought for a moment that you would give me some other reason that would touch my heart and want to hug you again. But you are worrying about the house!"

"I’ll miss you..." Marcella said.

Tony chuckled and kissed her. "It’s not convincing when you say it at last."

Marcella hit his chest with a pout. "I am serious!"

"I don’t believe you," Tony continued laughing.

Marcella did not like that. "At least I say it. You never said that you’ll miss me. Now I know! You’re happy I won’t be here for a month. You can be free and merry with your buddies; except you don’t have any buddies. You’ll..." She couldn’t think of anything fun he might do. He’s such a boring man. "You’ll drink and smoke cigars and... entertain your gal pals!"

She finally found something to say. She didn’t think of mentioning his clothes again. She had already readied her heart for a complete wreck of their closet. She had planned on packing his clothes before she left. Otherwise, he wouldn’t leave anything good for the wedding.

"Gal pals?" Tony tickled her. "I don’t have any gal pals. You know that!"

"Stop! Stop it!" Marcella tried to stop him.

She wriggled like a worm to escape his taunting fingers but he was superior in strength and he tackled her to keep her on the bed. Marcella couldn’t sop laughing and tears streamed through the corners of her eyes even though she tried to be angry. She couldn’t stop feeling ticklish.

"Stop! Tony!"

She tried to shout angrily but when he tickled her, she couldn’t help but laugh.

"I won’t. Your tits are bouncing beautifully," Tony winked.

"Tony!" Marcella shouted. "You’re vulgar!

"Vulgar? You’re my wife!" He bit her lips and continued tickling her.

He only when she agreed that he didn’t have any girl pals did he let her be. Marcella hit him until her arms hurt. Tony took it all with a giggle. He knew he annoyed her a lot with his incessant tickling.

"I’m leaving!" she got down from the bed and stomped her way to the bathroom.

Tony held her hand and stopped her. Marcella hit him on the head as his eyes were on her chest. He also had a weird grin on his face.

"Oww! Why did you hit me?" he asked rubbing his head.

"Vulgar..." she mumbled.

"What the..." Tony sighed. "Look at it..." he pointed at her chest. "Look how perfect they are...Ahh..." his eyes brightened all of a sudden. "Now I see. Your angle is different. You don’t see it the way I see it. You should see the way it bounces and check my heartbeat to feel what it does to me. It’s poetry in motion. I know! Wait here. Wait for a moment."

Tony jumped down from the bed and rushed to the closet. Marcella looked down to check on her twins. Were they that special? She couldn’t see it. She heard him rumbling in the closet and she took in a deep breath.

What is he doing there?

"I’ll prove to you!"

She heard his voice in the closet. After a minute, he came out. His back was covering the light from the closet and Marcella couldn’t see clearly what he was holding in his hand.

"I’ll show you..." he turned on the light in the bedroom.

Seeing the camera in his hand, Marcella’s face went red. She was embarrassed and angry.

She picked up the pillow to cover herself. Under the pillow was Tony’s handgun and she picked it. "I’m going to kill you, Tony. I am going to kill you right now!"

She chased him as he ran out of the bedroom.

What was he thinking? Was he actually thinking of taking a picture of her... naked? Who did he thinks she was? Has he gone mad in the head?

Pervert!