(Sensitive Content, NSFW Content)
While the morning of the 2nd of October started brilliantly for Skyla and Zyair, it didn’t dawn well for Doran.
Every newspaper and dia channel ran and re-ran the news of Skyla and Zyair’s reunion. An official picture was issued to the hungry dia so they would try to interfere less in their private life.
It was ’The Hot Topic’ with the netizens and their picture was posted and reposted a million tis. With people falling in love all over again with Zyair. His Instagram was blowing up but he didn’t bother with it anymore unless it was his wife posting sothing.
Both of them were on their honeymoon and did not care what the dia thought or posted.
Doran on the other hand was beyond livid as he saw her in that wedding gown and being held by the man he detested most in the world.
"Argghh!" He crumpled the paper and threw it away. The haze of madness that had him enveloped tunnelled his vision. The edges blackened as rage took over and he began to ransack the hidden room he had been residing in.
The woman in the corner cowered away, further into the wall when he threw a marble plate on the floor, breaking it into shards that scattered and ricocheted off the walls and fell in all directions.
"No, she is fucking mine," he snarled, his teeth painfully grinding against each other as his eyes turned icier than icicles.
"How could you, Skyla?" He scread in agony, grabbing a frad picture of her, he kept with him at all tis now.
"Just wait, I am coming for you and this ti I won’t let you escape." His nacing words resounded in that dark room with red light.
The woman in the corner only hoped that all of his fury wouldn’t unleash on her but she wasn’t that lucky when he turned and walked towards the opposite wall.
A whole assortnt of leather belts, floggers, whips and other torture devices hung on it. Grabbing a black bullwhip he wrapped the wrist loop around his arm.
The woman on the floor was literally shaking now, her eyes blown wide from fear of what was to co.
He prowled towards her like a predator, there was no humanity left in his eyes or heart. She raised her arms in fright, trying to shield her face.
"You..." He snarled raising the whip, the whooshing sound filled the air as the thong of the whip fell on her forearm, causing instant laceration. Her torturous screams erupted and echoed in that room of horrors for a long ti.
***
Zyair and Skyla had breakfast sitting on the wooden stairs with their feet dipped into the erald-shaded water.
Their area was a private property so no one was allowed to co near their villa. They could enjoy and relax as they wished.
Skyla removed her dress and laid down on her stomach on one of the sun loungers. Zyair had brought sunscreen. Spreading her legs he sat between them. Taking out a wad of sun lotion on his hands he began to massage Skyla’s bare back in gentle but sure strokes.
A light moan slipped through her lips at the slow subtle movents of his calloused hands against her soft skin. She enjoyed the roughness while he smugly grinned. Her body was so easy to stimulate and he loved doing it.
"So needy my pretty wife," he teased hearing another moan rumbling low in her chest.
His fingers delved into her delicate flesh, his hands slipping to her peachy buns, stroking them through the lacy panties.
"You tease too much at the sa ti soothe ." Skyla opened her eyes and tilted her head to back glance at her husband.
Zyair had nudged the panties aside to reveal her silken folds and squird his index finger inside, making her back instantly do in.
"Ahh! Zyyy," she hissed in pleasure, her eyes closing and mouth opening simultaneously.
"Do I now?" He slowly slid his finger out only to ram it back inside her, all the while snickering.
"Argghh!" The sensation was too much as she thrashed and his palm landed on her back holding her down while continuing to finger her.
"That’s the music I want to hear from my girl’s pretty mouth." Zyair’s own bronzed body covered her like gold dust as he peppered her back and face with slow torturous kisses.
Extracting his finger Zyair picked her up and stood. Skyla’s face was completely flustered from the pleasure he had been providing when he began to climb down the stairs and into the water.
Zyair halted when he was waist-deep in it and let Skyla down, positioning her in front of him.
"Will you make more of that music? My song bird?" He asked, swiping away the stray locks of her carmine hair so he could clearly see her beautiful expressions.
She nodded with her mouth open and her hand slipping inside his beach shorts. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his pulsating thick rod and she drew it out, letting herself feel its girth and guiding it to her wet core.
Zyair’s eyes hungered and his tongue slid out wetting his lips as his tip nudged at her opening and slithered inside like a key fitting the lock. His hands greedily grabbed her cushiony bottom and he jerked his own hips forward and quickly developed montum while keeping both of them stable in the water.
Skyla shalessly whimpered at the sensation of being filled.
Their lips found each other while their hands freely road, trying to touch every centitre of skin they could find.
Soon they were panting and moaning. He continued to thrust deeply until both of them were panting and their legs shook.
His tip swelled and jerked inside her before emptying its content as both of them ca while conjoined in each other’s arms.
Her muffled wls were buried in Zyair’s hungry mouth as her cavity greedily milked him and drank up the contents.
She went limp in his limbs as the bursts of energy left her body and their lips separated.
"Zyair! You are incredible," she complinted with half-hooded eyes. Zyair chuckled at her complint.
"I am honoured, let’s take a swim and then I will tuck you in bed. You are tired."
They went further into the water and dived to take a leisure swim before hitting the bed. There was nothing else to do then relax as it was their honeymoon.
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