Cristiano lay beside his beautiful wife, his eyes drinking in her face. He brushed a stray curl away from her cheek, as if to see her more clearly, more hungrily. His heart fluttered; his breath quickened. She was beauty itself—those pink-streaked locks, that soft, round face… like a porcelain doll, his doll. The more he looked at her, the less he felt satisfied. No matter how often he gazed upon her, his hunger only deepened. His heart craved more, always more.His knuckles traced the curve of her cheek, and his thumb lingered over her plump, red lips. Even in sleep, her lips parted slightly, soft and vulnerable—and he couldn’t resist any longer. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to hers. She stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips in sleep. It was five in the morning, and she had been awake the entire night; now that she finally slept, her rest was deep and heavy. But her devil of a husband seemed determined not to let her sleep.He lifted her top and let his hand trail
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