[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 41: Delicious as fuck! (M)

Elijah’s POV:

The sun had already begun to set when I arrived home. The front door opened with a creak, and I made my way inside, guided by the flickering light lining the halls. The soft glow of the candles cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the quiet, almost sacred atmosphere of the evening. The scent of lavender and sandalwood wafted through the air, soothing yet arousing.

My lips spreaded into a smile. Someone seemed to have prepared a lot to set the mood.

My footsteps echoed through the marble floors as I entered the living room and saw Ash, passed out on the plush couch. His dark hair was tousled, and his chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the rhythmic motion almost hypnotic. The dim light accentuated the gentle rise and fall of his chest, making him look both vulnerable and enticing.

"Why is he sleeping here?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.

"He fell asleep while waiting for you, sir," the servants informed me, their eyes downcast in deference.

My gaze drifted to his bathrobe that was revealing his smooth skin. His exposed collarbone and the slight parting of his robe hinted at the beauty beneath. My eyes darkened as I inhaled a deep breath to keep my overflowing desires tamed. The sight of his partially revealed body sent a surge of heat through me, making it difficult to maintain my composure.

"Should we prepare dinner for you, sir?" the servants asked, their voices hushed in respect, probably not to wake Ash up.

My thoughts were far from food at that moment. "No," I replied tersely, dismissing them for the night. The idea of sitting down to eat felt almost absurd with his enticing form sprawled before me.

Turning my attention back to Ash, I closed the distance between us with determined steps. Gently lifting him into my arms, I marveled at how weightless he felt. He remained blissfully unaware as I carried him toward our bedroom, where I would tend to him for the rest of the night. I carefully laid him on the bed, ensuring he was comfortable. The softness of the mattress seemed to mold around him, cradling his form perfectly.

Lying next to him, I admired the peaceful expression on his face. His features were like a work of art, every angle and line carved perfectly. The soft curve of his lips, the delicate arch of his eyebrows, and the slight flush of his cheeks all contributed to his ethereal beauty. My fingers twitched with a desperate need to touch and taste every inch of his body. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over his skin, highlighting the contours of his face and body.

It was as if my hand had a mind of its own as it slowly traced its way over his thighs, reveling in the softness of his skin and the subtle muscles beneath. It made me swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry with thirst. My fingers soon found his ass, and I started caressing it, feeling pleased with the plumpness and firmness of his flesh. The sensation of his smooth skin under my fingertips was intoxicating.

A slight jerk from him made me pause, but then I continued on when his brows relaxed, watching closely as his face twitched and his breaths grew heavier from my kneading. The soft, vulnerable sounds he made stirred something primal within me, and I had to exert a great deal of self-control to not lose myself entirely.

And then, as my fingers ventured deeper between his ass cheeks, they met a wet and moist spot that made my fingers damp and my chest tightened. I stopped breathing for a moment, instantly feeling my dick getting hard in my pants. The slickness of his entrance sent a wave of desire crashing through me. The realization that he had prepared himself for me heightened my arousal to an almost unbearable level.

My heart raced with excitement and lust as I gazed hungrily at his sleeping form. It had been a whole month since we last saw each other, and I wondered how I had managed to control myself for so long without touching or fucking him. I felt like an idiot, mentally smacking myself for making that decision. The distance and time apart had only intensified my longing for him.

And now, with him lying before me, all my desires came rushing back stronger than ever. He had specially prepared this lascivious hole solely for me, hadn’t he? He was looking forward to me taking him under me and ravishing his body as soon as I came home. The anticipation and longing were evident in the way he had readied himself, making my resolve weaken further.

The thought alone sent shivers down my spine and made me ache with horniness. Feeling a strong pull from the delectable heat coming from his sensual body, I pulled him closer while my fingers rubbed slow circles around his entrance. His hole quivered beneath my touch as I carefully eased a finger inside. The tight, warm grip around my finger was intoxicating.

He stirred from his slumber, but only partially awake.

"Mmmh..." He moaned softly as I brushed my lips against his ear, whispering his name in a breathy murmur. "Hey...wake up..."

My lips trailed down his jawline and along his neck, eliciting small responses from him even in his sleep. But as soon as I added another finger, he fully awakened with a sharp intake of breath. His eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep and arousal. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

With one rough motion, I undid the tie of his robe and took one of his nipples into my mouth, sucking hungrily and teasing it with my tongue. The taste of his skin and the sound of his breathy moans drove me wild.

"Why are you late...you bastar--ah!" His disrespectful words were cut off by a desperate gasp as pleasure shot through him at the combination of my fingers inside him and my lips on his hard nipple where I was biting and licking crazily.

His body arched into my touch. I could feel his heartbeat quicken under my palm, and the soft sounds of his pleasure only fueled my desire further. The taste of his skin, the warmth of his body against mine, it all became too much.

My mouth watered at the sight of my meal for the night.

Which is gonna be delicious as fuck!