They both laid on the bed, cuddling each other as they tried to catch their breath. Ariana's eyes locked on Zavren's as she smiled.
Zavren's lips parted—this wife of his had surprised him today, and even though punishment she gave him was more like torture. He was impressed. Now, if she wanted to punish him, he would plead.
And yet, why did he feel excited for another, despite the pain he had felt earlier? It was like he wanted to feel that again—that desirable pain from her. It seemed he was already madly obsessed with this wife of his.
"Hubby, it seems I did not punish you well. I would need to wipe off that smirk from your face," she spoke, as Zavren laughed at her words.
She locked gaze with him as she laughed back, their soft laughter echoing through the room. Ariana moved her hands, gently tracing his face, caressing it.
"You have promised you would not leave me," she spoke softly, almost a little hurt in her eyes before she added softly.
