Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 917

It had been a while since Tarquin and Elysia shared an intimate moment.

Ever since they found out about Baby’s existence, Elysia was out of sorts, and Tarquin wasn’t in the best of moods either.

But today, with Elysia in high spirits, Tarquin felt his desire burning through him, threatening to consume him if not quenched soon.

Elysia had an inkling that tonight would be the night, but she hadn’t anticipated his urgency.

She wasn’t fully prepared!

“Hey, wait a minute, uh…”

Tarquin lowered his head and nipped at her neck, a punishment for her lack of focus in their kiss.

Elysia let out a muffled moan, and in the next second, her lips were sealed with his once more.

He intensified his efforts, more passionate than before, as if he wanted to devour her whole!

He was the predator, and Elysia, his prey.

One dominant and assertive, the other vulnerable and yielding!

His approach was fierce, leaving Elysia with flushed cheeks, her body weakening, legs trembling.

If not for him holding her close, she would have slid down the door.

This kiss from Tarquin was more dominant, more ferocious than any before!

Perhaps it was the long hiatus that made him so pent-up, now releasing like a dam broken, unstoppable.

Just when Elysia felt she might faint from the intensity, he suddenly let go of her hands, grabbed her by the hips, and with a swift pull, lifted her up!

Instinctively, Elysia wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, clinging to him!

Tarquin carried her, kissing all the way, quickening his steps toward the bathroom door.

Elysia knew what he intended, her heart racing with nerves.

She suddenly regretted her promise made earlier in the day, wanting to back out,

“I… Can we talk this over?”

Tarquin bit her lip hard, “No, discussion!”

With that, he kicked open the bathroom door and rushed in.

He swiftly turned on the water, adjusting the temperature, and continued their embrace amidst the steam.

The bathroom filled with a misty haze.

“If you want, I can cook something for you right now, don’t worry about bothering me.”

“How about I get you some water? Are you thirsty?”

“Don’t stay quiet, love. Are you alright? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Let me check.”

Finally opening her eyes, Elysia glared as if she wanted to devour him,

“I’m not hungry, not thirsty, not in pain! I just want to sleep, and if you disturb me again, I’ll kill you!”

Her fierceness was palpable, and Tarquin wore a bitter smile, “I was just trying to be caring…”

Before he could finish, Elysia’s glare made him backtrack, “Okay, okay, I’ll stop, let’s sleep.”

He held Elysia, soothing her to sleep while not stopping with his serenades.

“...Looking into your eyes, saying ‘I do,’ handing you my heart, hoping you’ll cherish it... because happiness brings tears, promise me from this day forward to be my wife, never to part…”

Elysia was beyond exhausted. He had been insatiable today, demanding her again and again, to the point where she feared for his well-being!