The Shackles of Love The Single Heir

Chapter 31.

In the morning, Dion woke up. He was very reluctant to get out of bed considering Maura's body was currently still overlapping part of her body. Looking at the face of the wife who was still sound asleep, Dion carved a smile on her face.

Dion continued to stare fixedly at Maura's face while occasionally kissing the tip of his wife's head with affection. The roar of Maura's breath that blew his chest, made Dion start to feel sultry. He wanted to take his wife on an adventure, but the intention was back. He didn't want to force it before his wife was really ready to do it.

Before long, Maura squirmed and opened her eyes slowly. At that moment she smiled to see the face of her husband who was very close to her face.

"Away awake?" asked Dion who had not stopped looking at the face of the wife's pillow.

Maura nodded slowly, then rubbed her eyes. He then moved and rose from his sleep. As he was about to get off the bed, Dion held his wife's hand and pulled her down onto his body.

"Where are you going?" dion asked while locking the wife's body on top of her.

"Mandi, why?" maura replied nervously.

"Why rush? I still want to hug you, kiss you and...,"

Instantly, Dion stopped his words. She almost forgot to ask for her rights as a husband. Fortunately he quickly regained consciousness, he did not want his wife to misunderstand him and keep her distance again. Maura who is like this now has made him so happy, just waiting for time for him to have his full wife.

"Why bengong? Go, continue! And what?" asked Maura curiously.

"No, that's all!" dion replied, he swallowed his mouth rough so nervously answered the wife's question.

Hearing that, Maura carved a smile on her face. She actually knew what her husband meant. It's just that he didn't want to discuss that given that he wasn't ready to do it yet.

"I'm sorry" Maura said, then drowning her face in the chest of her husband's field.

"There's no need to apologize, didn't I ever say that I would never hurt you, let alone force you. This alone makes me happy, what else do I expect?" dion answered, he stroked his wife's hair gently.

Hearing that, Maura smiled with teary eyes. How could she have such a husband, made of what her husband's heart was so patient in facing his attitude all along. Even Dion had never sued him at all. Maura kissed her husband's chest and hugged him tightly.

At about 8 a.m., their arms slipped off when they heard the bell ringing from outside. Maura rushed inside the bathroom, while Dion walked towards the door and opened it wide.

"For Mister, sorry to interrupt the timing. We just want to deliver breakfast for you and your wife" said an employee who works at the hotel.

"It's okay, come in, just put it next to the bed!" answer Dion.

Dion asked the hotel staff to deliver breakfast to his room. Since there were no activities today, he wanted to spend his time with his wife in the room.

After the hotel employee left the room, Dion closed the door again and chose to sit on the sofa while waiting for his wife to come out of the bathroom.

After cleaning his body, Dion came out with a towel coiled around his waist. But when he saw Maura sitting on makeup in front of the mirror, Dion immediately approached and hugged her from behind.

"It's pretty, where are you going?" dion whispered right in Maura's earlobe, making the wife squirm amused because of her tickling breath.

"No need, it will also be deleted!" reply Dion with a smile.

Maura rolled her eyes wide, her husband's words just embarrassed her so much that she got up and pinched her husband's stomach upset.

"Au, why pinch me?" dion moans.

Maura did not reply, but for a moment she chuckled to see her husband's changed face in an instant. It made Dion anxious, then pulled his wife's hand until their bodies stuck to each other.

Dion came back to his wife's lips and glared at her greedily. Make Maura not wart until finally she put her hand on the neck of the husband.

Now that the kiss no longer made Maura awkward, she even smeared Dion's lips and played her tongue to tear apart her husband's oral cavity.

Maura's delicate play made Dion even more crazed, even their moaning sounds held tightness, echoing throughout the room.

Helpless to resist his growing desire, Dion began to wander around Maura's body with both hands. Even he did not hesitate to squeeze O bread belonging to the wife who was so chewy as squishy. Make the magic-rah of his maleness arise until their lu-matan detached instantly.

Now Dion is no longer focused on Maura's lips. But there was something more challenging than that, so Dion drowned his face in the middle of his wife's O bread and continued to squeeze it gently.

Instantly, Maura wriggled amusedly. The touch of Dion's hand made him weak helpless. Even when Dion started sucking on his marbles, his body began to spasm as it was electrocuted.

The more Dion stroked and played his marbles, the more he shook all over his body. Until without him knowing, his mouth was moaning with the roar of breath that was increasingly hunting.

Looking at Maura who was increasingly helpless, Dion stopped his action for a moment. He stared at the wife's face with reddened eyes holding back his desires, then kissed her lips gently.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away." said Dion, he sighed and threw it away violently.

Maura stared fixedly at Dion's face, knowing her husband was holding something back. Even Maura accidentally saw her husband's Dutch Cannon standing upright behind a towel wrapped around her husband's waist.

"Sir Dion, you...,"

"It's okay, I can control it" Dion replied lying.

Though all this time, Dion was always tormented to endure the pain when his desires could not be channeled. But he didn't want his wife to know it all. He wants to get his rights when the wife is really ready to accept it.

"Eat first, I'll go to the bathroom for a second!" dion said with a heavy-sounding voice.

Upon arrival in the bathroom, Dion immediately locked the door and lit the faucet until his body was wet again under the water.

His eyes were getting redder, even his head seemed to want to break holding back his desire that he could not channel at all.

In the agonizing pain, Dion tried to calm down while imagining what had just happened. Slowly, he began to move his hand playing his increasingly hardened Dutch Cannon. Until when the sweetened condensed milk spilled, he groaned fiercely.