"Yes..."
"Good," he said before he naughtily chewed my lower lip as he put his arms under my buttocks to lift me off the floor.
My arms wrapped around his neck to hoist myself up and he moaned as the movement pushed him deeper inside me.
"Sweetheart..."
"Yes...?"
"Fuck me harder..."
I complied moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Do you remember...how you used to stiffen...when I put my arms around you? I love how...pliant...you are in my arms now..." he asked in a raspy voice.
"Can we talk...later...?" I breathlessly asked back. "I am busy...being fucked...by my husband..."
"Would my wife...mind...if I take her to bed...so I can...fuck her...properly?"
"She wouldn't..." I answered and he carried me inside our bedroom and made love to me on our bed.
More than two thousand and three hundred and fifty-two hours as his wife and I had nothing to complain about for Ayden Ynchausti proved to be a caring, gentle, kind, and charming husband. In fact, too charming that a mere look my way would send the butterflies, which seemed to have taken residence in my chest and stomach since I married him, into a frenzy.
"You're blushing," he had teased. It was our first month anniversary and he had gifted me with a rather revealing lingerie. "You don't like my gift?"
"Thank you...but...I didn't get you anything," I had truthfully confessed. "Hindi ko alam na i-si-celebrate pala natin monthly..." I had added and he had chuckled.
"That lingerie is your gift to me, Sweetheart," he had candidly divulged. "Kapag suot mo na 'yan mamaya, alam na natin siguro kung anong klaseng regalo ang pinag-uusapan natin ngayon?"
My face had turned redder at what he had said and he had laughed at my reaction before pushing to his feet and then casually walking to where I was seated.
"Happy first month, my Moonlight..." he had whispered in my ear before draping a gold chain with a diamond-encrusted crescent moon pendant around my neck.
"Sweetheart..." his gentle voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked at him my vision getting blurry. "Are you crying?" he asked, his movement ceasing.
I shook my head. "No..."
"What is it? Is it painful? Am I too rough?"
I tenderly cupped his face. "You're my right kind of perfect—I mean—"
"You're my right kind of perfect, too..." he gently said.
Three months into the relationship I realized that I was no longer pretending to miss him when he wasn't around. Three months into the relationship I would wait for him earnestly to get home. Three months into the relationship I had to face the fact that I was falling for my husband.
"Ate Magda, from now on, kindly consult with Mrs. Ynchausti regarding concerns that involves this household. H'wag n'yo na po akong tawagan, si Aiyla na po ang bahala."
"Kahit sa security po, Sir?"
"Yes, you can talk to her and she can then ask me if there are things that need my decision."
"Okay po."
"Teka lang, Ayden, mas alam yata ni Ate Magda kung paano patakbuhin itong bahay. She's been with you since—"
"And you're my wife. Besides, Ate Magda doesn't mind. I am sure that she is happy na sa wakas ay makapagpahinga na s'ya at mapapanuod na n'ya lahat ng Kdrama na sinusubaybayan n'ya. 'Di ba, Ate Mags?"
Chapter 5: Bane
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