CHAPTER 32

“You are quiet,” he said as the car pulled up at an airstrip where a jet was waiting.
“I'm tired after everything I have been doing the whole day,” she replied as he turned off the engine.
Ten minutes later they were settled in the cream white leather seats of the jet and ready to take off.
“You can sleep now. I will go through a couple of things and wake you up later,” he said and she closed her eyes.
The whole journey Aurora was asleep. He couldn't blame her especially when he was the one who kept her awake. He would be keeping her busy again when they landed in Queensland, the place Aurora grew up in.
He woke her up four hours later and finally the jet landed. Another car was waiting for them to take them to the place where they would be having their honeymoon. He had picked one of the Ladra Group's hotels and booked the pent suite.
He wanted to show off his woman and at the same time see what the directors had been up to. He thought Aurora would be mad but she was very happy even when she suspected his intentions. They were welcomed warmly and were sent to the pent suite.
Aurora couldn't believe she was back in the country that she was raised in. she never thought she would return ever but since she was with her husband then it was okay. They were going to be staying at the best hotel which happens to belong to her husband's family. It was good to be rich.
Aurora wanted this night to be special but at the same time she didn't want to be forward. She found a flute of champagne and she took it and gulped it all down at once. Her husband stared at her and gave her one of his wicked smiles and in a sudden and unexpected movement Lucian trapped her against the railing, imprisoning her with his arms.
“You have a dirty mind, my wife,” he teased as he dipped his lips to the place where her pulse jumped erratically in her throat before lifting his head in search for her mouth and transferred the magic there, his lips gentle and coaxing.
Aurora relaxed and kissed her husband back, joining in the sensual dance of lips and mouth and tongue. He lifted his head away from hers and she tried to break free with a silly excuse.
“I need to get undressed,” she coquettishly said, her eyes on him.
He stopped her and his one hand was at her throat, his thumb gently stroking as he moved closer, “Oh, no! You don't,” he murmured, swinging her into his arms as easily as if she weighed nothing at all.
“Undressing you is my job,” his voice was so sultry and it was making her so weak at the knees.
Lucian carried her to the bedroom and once inside he released her legs, letting her feet slowly slide down to the ground while his hands molded her against him, length against length.
Lucian slid her straps over her shoulders and peeled her bodice away, releasing her swollen breasts into his hands. He leaned down and took one pebbled peak between his lips, flicking the tip of it with his tongue, and need crashed through her.
Her back arched voluntarily, pushing her breasts towards him like an invitation. He accepted, filling his mouth with her aching flesh, circling her nipple with his tongue while he rolled her other nipple with his tongue. She held tight onto him, afraid of collapsing.
Lucian lifted his head and gave the same attention to her other breast, worshipping her flesh with his mouth. There was a slight pressure behind her and then the long sensual glide of her zip. She felt as her wedding gown glide down to the floor like a silken waterfall.
“You are beautiful,” he rasped his eyes on her.
Lucian swept her out of the gown and laid her down on the bed. He began to remove his jacket and threw it in the corner. She watched as her husband undressed himself and revealing that hot body that always weakens her whenever she sees it.
He joined her on the bed, collecting her into his arms and he kissed her as his hands swept her curves, tracking over her flesh in an erotic dance. Every part of her was on fire as he followed the trail of his touch with his mouth.
“Lucian,” she pleaded with teary eyes and her beautiful sight was just too tempting for him.
“I know,” he murmured as his tongue snaked around her nipple once more.
His hands worked away her damp underwear and his fingers dipped lower, separating her and exploring her flesh.
“So slick,” he murmured, his eyes bloodshot with lust and his voice very hoarse.
In a lithe movement, he settled between her slender thighs, his hands firm on her hips as he pushed her back and moved over her. He drove into her with a slow deep force that made her gasp and drove her into an ecstatic release.
“Please...” she whimpered tightly as the need consumed her.
Lucian gripped her hands in his and spread them wide, dominating her with his raw energy and passion.
“You feel so good,” he complimented, “and I feel amazing.”
Her body responded, arching up in answer to his, while the wild excitement rose and rose until she reached yet another peak and lost herself in the sweet spasms of pleasure.
She wrapped her arms round him and strung a drowsy line of kisses across his shoulder. Lucian responded by tightening his hold on her slim body.
“I'm so sleepy,” she mumbled.
Lucian eased her back against him, “then sleep.”
“Hmm…………………..” she muttered and got swept away.
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The next morning, she woke up very sore, she couldn't remember the times her husband woke her up. When she woke up Lucian was not by her side. She crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom where she took a nice hot shower. She put on her robe since she didn't know what to wear. They didn't bring any luggage with them the previous night. When she entered the bedroom, she found her husband looking stunning in a pair of formal trousers and a white shirt.