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Laurel was pensive in her room, still confused about what Clarissa said earlier. The woman said that Aaron always imagined her when making love, always said her name.

How could it be? Laurel didn't know Aaron before, did she? Was the Laurel that Aaron imagined was another Laurel?

Laurel's heart felt like it was being squeezed. Could it be? Could it be that an impulsive marriage and all this hastily done because Aaron wanted a surrogate for the Laurel he loved? After all, with Laurel, Aaron does not have to bother as much as with Clarissa, because she has the same name. Therefore, Aaron did not need to explain anything and Laurel would not even know she was being used as a substitute.

Laurel looked up as Aaron entered the room. He frowned when he saw Laurel sitting dreamily on the bed.

“Dear, are you ok? I was waiting for you downstairs for lunch, but you didn't come down.”

Laurel's answer was only a heavy sigh, confused whether she should ask Aaron or not. Aaron took a deep breath; he gently stepped and knelt in front of her, who was sitting on her bed.

“About Clarissa again, isn’t it? Is she bothering you?”

Laurel stared at Aaron, trying to find the depths of his husband's heart behind his gentle eyes.

What is really going on in his mind? Why did she never find out?

“Clarissa told me, that you always call the name ‘Laurel’ when making love… that you always picture her as Laurel.” Laurel sighed. “And I thought, surely the Laurel you pictured wasn't me, because we've only just known each other.”

Aaron's expression was unreadable. Nevertheless, the man gently took her hand and held it tightly. “Do you trust Clarissa or me, dear? I am… your husband.”

Laurel tried to believe it. She really tried. However, the way Clarissa said it earlier… the woman really looked hurt. Could it be that Clarissa was just acting to cause a misunderstanding between Laurel and Aaron?

“Trust me and don't mind what Clarissa says. Didn't I tell you, that no matter how bad things are, no matter what people say, you can hold on to one thing for sure, that I love you? I love you so much.” Aaron lowered his head and kissed Laurel's fingers. “It really hurts, when you love someone, but she doesn't trust you. It feels like your love is trash and can just be thrown away.”

“Aaron, no, it's not like that!” Laurel grabbed his finger. “I won't throw away your love. I-I'm sorry, maybe I was a little affected by the way Clarissa put it so convincingly.” Laurel took a deep breath. “From now on I won't listen to it anymore.”

“Thank you, Laurel.”

Their eyes were level, Aaron who was kneeling and Laurel who was sitting on the bed, and then they kissed softly. His lips touched hers passionately, making her lulled. His tongue traced slowly then, tasting the taste he had longed for, a taste he knew all too well. Laurel sighed as Aaron pushed her onto the bed, with her legs dangling down and Aaron standing hunched over her.

“We can't do it now. It's lunch time. Chris will be looking for us,” Laurel whispered under her slightly ragged breaths.

“Chris has been looking for a long time, to be more precise, looking for you. That's why I followed you here, since you didn't come down for lunch.” Aaron caressed Laurel's neck that harbored her signature sweet scent. “I think Chris will understand. We're on our honeymoon.”

Aaron's fingers unzipped Laurel's dress and lowered it; he pulled the dress over her hips and threw it on the floor. Her underwear followed later, until she lay naked and resigned under him.

Aaron wasn't in a hurry, the man slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, showing off his beautiful and tough body that even Laurel still felt amazed every time she saw it, even after so many times her fingers touched it there, enjoying its smoothness. Then Aaron pulled down his pants and then fully naked in front of Laurel, his cock hardened and ready.

This man is very passionate.

The man gently lowered his head over Laurel. His fingers moved along her body and found her femininity that was warm and wet.

“I haven't flirted with you, but you're already wet here.” Aaron moved his fingers gently. “You must really miss me there.”

He gently lifted her legs and leaned each on his shoulders, making her position just right for him to enter. The man penetrated and groaned hoarsely.

“Gosh, yours is so narrow, honey, so tight and nice.”

Laurel followed all the rhythms brought by Aaron. This position made the sensitive points that she was not aware of were touched and woken up, making her whole body tingle in immense pleasure. Aaron's fingers moved and touched the spot of pleasure above her womanhood, playing with it. It made Laurel feel as if she was hit by two consecutive pleasures.

“Aaron!” Laurel groaned, calling out her husband's name, unable to contain herself anymore.

“Yes, dear, yes,” Aaron replied to her moans in a muffled hoarse voice.

The rhythm getting faster, more and more unbearable it made Laurel unable to take it anymore, thus finally allowing herself to be carried away by the rush of pleasure that filled all her nerves. Aaron groaned there and they reached orgasm at the same time.

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“Is this how you believe that I love you?”

They were still lying satisfied naked on the bed. Laurel snuggled against Aaron and he hugged her possessively from behind, their legs intertwined. Their skin warmed each other.

“Even without sex I'm sure that you love me,” Laurel answered quietly, half asleep.

There was a moment of silence and Laurel felt Aaron's heart pounding. The man sighed before asking, “Do… do you love me too, Laurel?”

Laurel was stunned by the question. Deep in her heart, she already knew the answer.

Yes, she loved Aaron; she loved this husband very much. Yet, Aaron has repeatedly stated that he loves Laurel. It's very, very unfair that Laurel doesn't want to express her feelings to her husband. Maybe this is the right time for her to admit it.

“Yes,” Laurel answered quietly, her heart pounding. “Yeah, I love you too, Aaron.”

Aaron sighed softly, chanting her name solemnly, “Laurel.”

Then the man turned Laurel's face so she turned to face him and kissed her very passionately. She felt his manhood harden there again, touching the back of her body. The man's fingers already cupped her breasts and played with it gently, teasing her nipples, seducing her, then his fingers went down and played the sensitive spot in her feminine center, gently and seductively.

Laurel sighed and tried to turn around, but Aaron held her back.

“No, we will try like this.”

Aaron gently lifted Laurel's leg, which was still lying on her side with her back to him. Then from behind, Aaron slid his hard and hot cock into Laurel's soft and wet feminine center.

Laurel half-screamed feeling Aaron's penetration. His style of love made all the points, which normally would not be touched by his manhood, awakening her nerves and stimulating her.

Aaron guided Laurel to follow the rhythm. They move gently, unhurriedly, enjoy every second happily and, later, reach orgasm together.

My husband.

Laurel ran her fingers through Aaron's brows, making them twitch slightly. She just woke up and found Aaron still fast asleep next to her, something that rarely happened, because he had been the one who had always been awake before then teasing Laurel with small kisses to wake her up.

Laurel studied her husband's sturdy face. Spanish blood is very thick there, creating a distinctive Latin face with deep, piercing eyes and extraordinarily voluptuous lips. His eyebrows and hair are dark, slightly curled at the bottom. Her husband was extraordinarily handsome, like a prince from the middle of nowhere, and this man loved her.

Laurel's chest was filled with warm feelings, remembering how they had all reached the point of loving each other in this marriage. Laurel also loves her husband and she is determined, from now on. No matter what happens, she will trust him. Aaron loved her so much and that certainly would not lie to her. Laurel believed that.