CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ARIES

I've never hated my job but I've never loved it either. It's simply always been doing what's necessary, nothing more or less. I've dated and fucked more than my share of women, yet I've never been that man that counts the hours to see a woman. That's a very pussy thing to do, I've never even missed a woman. Dalia is not them. Without her, something always feels off. Incomplete. When I'm with her, it's as if the world rights itself. Like the cure to the fucking madness that infects my soul. Do I miss her? Yeah, I fucking miss her. I smile as I pull into my driveway, knowing she's on the other side of the door. A smile. I snort at myself, a man who never smiles, but does with Dalia. I walk into the house with one thing on my mind. Her.

I climb the stairs to the second floor, two at a time, eager to get my hands on her. Finding her in the bathroom applying lipstick, I stand taking her in. Since I text her to be ready by six, she's dressed and looks magnificent. She's wearing a black cocktail dress, that falls above the knee; it's a halter style, so it shows off her toned arms, and that fucking succulent neck.

She turns with a smile that quickly falls, "You're angry, Aries. What happened?"

Arching an eyebrow, I smirk at her, "Am I?"

Setting her lipstick on the counter, she places her hands on her hips, "You look angry. Are you?"

I charge at her, wrap my hand around her pretty little throat, slamming her against the shower door, she gasps and swallows hard. The movement of her throat against my hand makes me hard as a goddamn rock, "What the fuck have you done to me, Mrs. Lombardi? When did I become this man that can't go a single day without thinking about a woman?"

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, "You thought about me today?"

I squeeze lightly on her throat, causing her emerald eyes to widen, "Did I think about you today? I'm completely consumed by you."

"Aries," she whimpers, snapping the last thread of restraint I had. Sliding my hand up from her throat, I hold her chin gently, and ghost my lips over hers, "I don't want you anymore, Dalia. I fucking need you."

The desire for her is visceral, raw, and makes me vulnerable in a way I don't like. Losing her would destroy me. I press my lips to hers, and slide my tongue into her mouth as she parts her soft lips, tilting her head to the side, I devour the mouth I've wanted all damn day. Every little whimper of hers I swallow is like a fucking life force in and of itself. I have zero doubts, I'm irrevocably in love with this woman.

I break our kiss and stare at her, taking in the absolute perfection of her face, "I love you," I say, my voice drenched in emotion I've never felt in my life.

She gazes back at me with surprise, "I love you too, Aries."

"We need to go. I'm going to feed you, and then I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll never forget this night."

With a giggle, she says, "Let me reapply my lipstick that you ruined, and you might want to wipe your face. You look like a clown."

I narrow my gaze at her, "Watch it, Wife. I'll spank your ass."

The smile that spreads across her face causes my breath to hitch, "Do your worst, husband."

When she notices the shock on my face, she says, "Oh yeah, you've met your match, Mr. Lombardi."

It wasn't the words ‘do your worst,' that surprised me; it was her calling me husband, and how much I liked it. My wife is my world and I'll never let her go. I need to tell her everything, so I'm not risking everything. Tomorrow. I'll tell her then, she might cry but we love each other, so we'll get past it.

We arrive at the restaurant I booked for tonight, I turn to her and spot her excited expression, "I've never done this," she breathes, "I'm a little nervous."

Taking her hand in mine, I kiss the back of it, "It's just us, baby. No reason to be nervous."

I get out of the car and walk around to her side, and open the door for her and help her out, holding her hand with our fingers interlaced, while we walk into the building together. She gazes around the upscale restaurant, taking in the lavish circular marble bar, the black square tables with a single red rose and a candle on top of each one. The lighting is dim, a romantic atmosphere, which is why I brought her here. I want tonight to be perfect for her. We may be doing things completely ass backward, but this is essentially our first date, her first ever, and I want it to be memorable. I escort her to a table and she eyes me suspiciously, "Aries, this doesn't look like a ‘seat yourself' kind of restaurant."

I don't respond, holding the chair out, I nod, "Sit, beautiful wife."

After I push her chair in, I take a seat across from her, "I know the owner. It's not expected for me to wait for a waitress to take me to a table. Especially not tonight."

She giggles, "You didn't."

I nod, "Yes. I reserved the entire restaurant."

Dalia shakes her head like I'm ridiculous, "Was that necessary?"

The waitress comes over and brings two glasses of white wine, as was pre-arranged. After she walks away, I answer the question, "Yes, baby, it was. I'm basically a hero out here doing God's work, saving lives."

She puts her glass on the table as she coughs, "How are you a hero or doing God's work?"

I flash her my best grin and she says, "I'm waiting, husband. This is going to be good."

With a shrug, I say, "Had I not reserved the entire space, men would've been ogling you again, and I'd have to kill them."

I wink at her, "See. Saving lives."

Dalia tosses her head back in rolling laughter, "You're insane, Aries. Absolutely insane."

Without much of a response, I nod, because I know I'm insane when it comes to her, and I doubt that will ever change.

The waitress brings our dinner of Prime Rib, Mashed Potatoes, and Broccoli, with a basket of different breads, and sets our plates in front of us. She picks up her fork and takes a bite of the rib and moans lightly, "This is so flavorful," she says after she swallows.

"I feel like there's still so much I don't know about you."

I nod because there probably is.

"Ask me anything. For you, I'm an open book."

"Have you been married before?"

I chuckle, "No. You're my only wife. And it's going to stay that way."

Her eyes drop to her plate like she's avoiding my gaze and something is bothering her.

"Dalia, look at me."

Reluctantly, she lifts her head and looks at me, "What just happened?"

I'm always afraid when she acts like this that she's going to that dark horrible place that haunts her in her nightmares.

"You've been with a lot of women, haven't you?"

Scooting my chair back, I say, "Come here."

After she gets up and makes her way to me, I pull her onto my lap, turning her so I can hold her tight but look at her face, I admit, "Have I fucked other women? Yes. A lot? Also yes but, baby, there's never been anyone like you."

"I don't like it," she says so quietly it's barely audible.

Sliding my hand up her neck, I pull her head down, ghosting my lips over hers, I say, "I've never married a woman. I've never had a relationship. I've never told a woman other than my mother and sister that I love her. None of those other women meant anything. Only you."

Dalia leans forward, closing the small gap between us and presses her lips to mine. She runs her fingers through my hair and moans as she breaks our kiss, "I love your hair like this."

I chuckle, "Messy?"

Again she moans, "You're handsome when it's slicked back, but this is very sexy. I'm drawn to the just fucked look."

I arch an eyebrow, "Just fucked look?"

She giggles, "Yes, like I have been clawing at it while you made me orgasm over and over again."

Reaching over, I grab the chair next to me and pull it closer, "Sit there."

She huffs, "I was comfortable where I was."

After she moves to the chair, I yank it closer to me, and whisper in her ear, "You're going to come so hard for me, don't make any noise."

"What?" She gasps as I reach down and slide my hand up her dress, "Open your legs."

Turning to me with a glare, she complains, "You may have reserved the restaurant, but there are people here. The waitress, management, the bartender. We aren't alone, Aries."

"Then I guess you'd better be quiet, Wife, because we both know what happens if I catch a man watching you come. Now open."

When she finally complies, I dip my hand inside her panties, and immediately find her soaked for me, "Such a good girl," I speak low in her ear, "Always ready for me. The perfect fucking wife."

She bites her lip as I circle her clit, "Give it to me, Dalia. Give me your fucking orgasm right here, because I couldn't wait a second longer for this."

My beautiful wife comes with the tiniest squeak breaking through. Stunning, but it's not enough, I need more.

"Go freshen up in the bathroom, baby."

DALIA

I get off his lap and walk to the bathroom, feeling slightly embarrassed. Do I look that bad? Is it obvious what we just did? Quickly I go in to use the restroom.

The ladies room is large, with a sitting area with a white loveseat, and two matching chairs on either side of it. I brush my hand over the fancy marble counter that nearly matches the bar, as I turn the water on to wash my hands. My earring falls into the sink, and in a frenzy I bend over the sink and grab it, before it ends up in the drain.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. Bend over for me."

I clutch my earring into the palm of my hand as I look in the mirror at Aries standing behind me.

"What are you doing?"

He smirks at me while he places his finger under his nose, "The scent of your pussy is driving me crazy, Wife. I need you."

"Aries," I scold him but he steps closer, "Pull your dress up. Show me what's mine."

Quickly I put my earring in before he causes me to lose a precious heirloom, and then I lift my dress like he wants.

"Pull your panties down."

Hooking my thumbs into my panties I pull them down, but glance at the door, "What if someone comes in?"

He chuckles as he undoes his pants and removes his cock, "The door is locked. No one is coming in."

Unless they have a key, I think to myself, but dismiss it when he rubs his length over my ass, "Bend over, baby. I want you to watch how gorgeous you look when you take my cock in that pretty pussy."

Leaning forward, I place a hand on either side of the sink as he pushes inside me with a groan. Grabbing onto my hips, he fucks me at a medium pace, "Eyes on the mirror, Dalia. I want you to see the way your full lips part on a moan, the way your eyes turn a darker shade of green, the way your nostrils flare when you pant for me."

My eyes meet his in the mirror, my expression shows shock, but he growls, "Yes, Wife. I've memorized every fucking thing about you."

He picks up his pace and rails me wildly, "I can't get enough of you. I'll never get enough of you."

"Aries," I whimper as I push back against him. I never would've imagined myself having sex in a ladies room, but damn he feels good. And I like watching his every expression in the mirror. A bead of sweat forms on his brow as he watches me with a burning intensity, causing me to moan again, "Aries."

I think he could make me come just by the way he looks at me with that dark gaze, the one that says I'm everything he's ever wanted, and that he has a need only I can fill. It's a heady feeling.

ARIES

I've seen some of the most stunning things in the world; the sunrise in Mount Kilimanjaro, the sunset in Santorini, Greece, the Taj Mahal, having traveled the world the list is endless, but this here is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Dalia lays in my bed, naked and wrapped in my arms, as she stares into my face like I hung the goddamn moon. Her body is perfect to me but it's the way her eyes light up with happiness, simply by being in my arms. Swiping my tongue over her lips, she moans lightly as she runs her fingers through my hair, "One day I want to tie you up."

Her giggle is loud in the otherwise quiet room, "You're a kinky perv."

I tickle her side, causing her to squeal as she begs me to stop, "How very dare you," I say with a smirk.

That makes her laugh louder, "Where did you learn that from?"

I shrug, "Sierra. Apparently, it's a young thing."

Her laughter continues to echo through the bedroom, "It's a British thing, Aries."

Nipping at her bottom lip, I admit, "If it makes you laugh, I don't give a fuck where it came from."

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my weight on top of her, as she runs her fingers through my messy hair, "Why do you like my laugh so much? It sounds stupid."

I shake my head, "I don't have a clue what it is but it's my favorite sound in the world, next to you crying out my name in an orgasm."

Her eyes turn that slightly darker green, telling me exactly what she wants, but her words confirm it, "Fuck me again, husband. I need more."

I tug at her bottom lip with my teeth, "I may be a kinky perv, but you are my insatiable slut."