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closed before leaning in and kissing her softly once more. He rose and made his way to the door before he had her naked beneath him. His erection strained painfully but he refrained from adjusting himself. Since he now knew what she tasted and felt like all he could imagine was pushing her thighs apart and dragging his tongue along the sweet, smooth center of her body. He knew she would be tight and saturated as her pussy clenched around his cock. Guilt swamped into him at the dirty things he thought, but he couldn’t help but picture her lithe body withering beneath his.
    He brought the tray of food back to bed and positioned it between them. Picking up a ripe strawberry, he lifted it to her lips and waited for her to open for him. It only took her a second, and when her plump lips curved around the ripe flesh of the red fruit he found his eyes growing heavy, as if weights held them down. A droplet of juice slid down the corner of her mouth and before he could stop himself he leaned forward and dragged the tip of his tongue along her decadent flesh. She tasted sweet before, but with the hint of strawberry lining her skin she was positively intoxicating. The soft wisps of air that left her moved across his cheek and he clenched his hands at his sides. When he finally pulled away satisfaction speared through him that her eyes were closed and a beautiful blush covered her high cheekbones. He brushed his thumb along the curve of her cheek and felt a tingle spread through him.
    He fed her dinner from his hand, taking immense pleasure in the fact she allowed him to take care of her in the most intimate of ways. He couldn’t help that his eyes kept dipping down to her mouth every time she parted her lips and took what he offered. He found the sight highly erotic and didn’t know if his shaft could take anymore torture. When he was satisfied she had taken her fill he set the tray aside and watched her from his position against the headboard. With his legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles he appeared relaxed and non-threatening. Of course it was the complete opposite, seeing as his dick was throbbing to be let free.
      “You seem very content. It is a good look on you.” The smile he gave her was one of reassurance, and he hoped she took it as such. The blush hadn’t left her yet, and when she dipped her head and hid her small smile beneath the fall of her hair he couldn’t help how his grin spread wider.
      “Yes, well, I was never allowed to be full while growing up. Putting on weight was frowned upon, seeing as we were virgin brides.” Kristoff felt the scowl cover his face. He knew all about how they trained the virgins, and it was something that he had never liked. He didn’t respond because frankly he didn’t know what to say. She lifted her head and he wished he would have schooled his features because a worried expression crossed her face. “I’m sorry. I need to learn to hold my tongue.”
    “Stop it.” The fierce command had her sitting up straight and staring at him with wide eyes. Instantly regret filled him for raising his voice. He shook his head and closed his eyes, exhaling loudly. Kristoff wasn’t upset with her, but was angry with the things that were drilled into her. So many things she had learned were warped and wrong. Veronica was trained to be the perfect wife that knew how to please her future husband. He wanted the woman he had glimpsed hiding deep inside of her, the one that was shy and reserved, but had boundless heat and fire inside of her. He didn’t want her to say sorry for speaking her mind. That was something he admired in her and showed her spirit. If Kristoff wanted a puppet for a wife he would have specifically found a female trained that way. He wanted an equal. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just wish you wouldn’t apologize for speaking with me. I’m your husband, Veronica. I want you to be able to speak to me openly without the fear of