10. Chapter 10
King Damini
I was in the shower as I heard the movers leave.
I knew what I had said earlier about Danni being understanding and what not, but by this point, I didn’t know what the fuck to think anymore.
As a matter of fact, I had completely shut my brain off.
I was done thinking for the rest of the fucking day because today had been a lot, and I was just over the shit.
If this was my life now, fuck it, let it be what it was gonna be.
I wasn't about to sit there and dwell on it...
but I couldn't help thinking about how she had moved on that man when she set them free.
He had deserved it, but it was the way she was actually good at it that threw me off.
I could finally see why she had been a leader in the military.
She was cold to the fucking core. When that knife went through that man’s chest, I felt like she had stabbed me.
And how was she able to see through all that bear spray while I was spraying everybody since everything was moving so fast?
I was so confused. I just didn't know what to think anymore, so I’d rather not think anymore.
Chief Idris hadn't been kidding when she said that once the Queen owned you, it was a whole different level.
I let out a long sigh and continued washing my face under the hot water, scrubbing hard to make sure the last trace of blood and grime was gone.
I turned off the knobs, stepped onto the bath mat, and reached for the thick robe she had left sitting on the counter for me.
As I slipped my arms into the sleeves, I shook my head, appreciating how warm it was.
She had this habit of warming up towels and robes on a heated rack before we put them on, and I could see why.
It felt amazing. Even while my mind was completely fucked, at least my body felt at peace for a second.
I slid my feet into my slippers and walked out of the bathroom.
The house was dead quiet. But as soon as I cleared the hallway, the scent of rich vanilla and dark amber hit the air.
When I stepped into our bedroom, my eyes widened.
The room I had watched her tear apart earlier had been completely restored.
In the center stood a brand new, custom super-size king bed frame dressed in fresh silk sheets.
Candles were lit up all over the nightstands and dressers, casting a low, golden, flickering glow across the dark wood.
Then Adanna walked out from her closet, and my whole brain shut down.
She was wearing a sheer, floor-length lace robe that left nothing to the imagination. In her hand, she was casually swirling a crystal glass filled with ice. She stepped up on me, smelling like expensive vanilla, trouble, and some high-end shit that had my brain misfiring.
Damn, she smelled so motherfucking good.
I was feening for her right then and there.
I honestly wanted to lick her whole face just to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
A man could never have too much chocolate, and my wife was sitting up here looking like a whole walking, edible bar of it.
I wanted to sink my teeth right into her cheek just to leave a mark.
She cupped my jaw, and her cold fingers bit into my skin as she tilted my head up and locked her mouth onto mine.
I damn near fainted right on the spot. My lungs seized up as her heat flooded my senses. My hands flew to her waist, digging into her hips.
She tugged on my beard, pulling my head back to deepen the angle, and that was it—I lost my motherfucking mind.
I groaned against her lips, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the cold trace of ice.
She let me take control, letting out a soft, breathy moan that had my blood pounding in my ears.
I gripped her waist tighter, practically pulling her into me, and nipped her bottom lip.
Adanna let out a shuddering sigh against my mouth.
"Do you feel relaxed?" she rasped against my lips.
"Yeah," I choked out, my throat dry as bone.
She locked her fingers in mine, giving my hand a firm squeeze before locking her mouth onto mine one more time, leaving me completely lightheaded. "Okay, good."
She pulled me toward the edge of the brand-new mattress, and we sat down side by side.
I was supposed to be paying attention to the words coming out her mouth, but my eyes were hijacked by all that motherfucking meat sitting right next to me.
My jaw went slack, and my tongue swept out to drag across my bottom lip as I tracked every inch of that soft, dark chocolate skin.
Her heavy breasts were sitting up high, spilling right over the top of that lace.
Those thick, dark nipples were staring at me, practically begging to be bitten, sucked, and pulled.
That soft belly dipped into those wide hips and those thick thighs that had my blood boiling.
I wanted to sink my teeth into her so bad, give her bite marks she loved to give me.
My mouth was watering, and a thick wave of saliva pooled under my tongue like a dog staring down a fresh steak.
I didn't even give a fuck about keeping my cool anymore.
Every drop of testosterone in my body was screaming, pulling all the blood straight out of my brain and slamming it straight into my pelvis.
My dick was throbbing so hard, it was borderline painful.
I needed a titty in my mouth pronto. I needed to bury my face in the soft fold of her stomach and just lose my mind in all that woman.
She was sitting right there holding that glass of ice, and the cold cubes clinked while her eyes stayed unreadable in the warm glow of the candlelight.
"I know it’s been a while since you and I have been intimate, given everything that's been taking place," she confessed. "I just wanted to create a space for you to feel... what’s the word? Oh, yeah. For you to feel safe."
I blinked, forcing my gaze up from her heavy cleavage to her flawless face. Hearing a woman who had just driven a blade straight through a man's throat talk about creating a "safe space" was wild as hell.
And like a damn fool, I was falling for every bit of it. She didn't even have to try. My dick was aching for her touch.
"So if there’s anything else you wanna say," she continued, "we can talk about it."
I exhaled, shaking my head. "I’m through talking for today."
Adanna nodded, understanding where my attention was. "I thought that might be the case."
We sat in silence. My eyes darted back down to her hand, finally catching the crystal glass.
I nudged my chin toward her fingers. "Well?"
"Well what?" she asked, a faint twitch pulling at the corner of those lips.
"Are you gonna explain why you sitting up here with a cup of ice?"
Adanna tilted her head. "Well, first... I’m anemic and I forgot to take my iron pills today."
"Adanna..."
"And second," she whispered, "I was about to show you one of my tricks."
My eyebrows shot straight up my forehead. "Tricks? Listen... today was a lot, and I really ain't in the mood to be killing anybody else tonight."
Adanna reached over, patting my thigh. "Calm down, baby. It's not that type of trick... but you're gonna love it."
Before I could even process what the fuck she meant, she stood up.
She untied the satin belt of that lace robe and let the sheer fabric slide right off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.
She stood there butt-naked in the flickering candlelight. Her smooth, dark chocolate skin was glowing, and those curves were looking like a whole trap I had no desire to escape. I was a sucker for my wife, and she knew it.
She climbed into my lap, straddling my thighs, and leaned forward until her flesh was pressed into me. She tilted my head back with her palm and started kissing on my jawline, my neck, and my face. She was tempting the fuck out of me, and her body was warm as hell.
"The only thing I need you to do," she murmured against my mouth, "is to lay back and let me handle you… You gonna let me handle you?"
As she asked the question, I was already leaning back until I was lying flat on my back.
Adanna reached into the glass, grabbed a clear ice cube, and popped it into her mouth. She crunched down on it, keeping the freezing water on her tongue. I watched as she leaned down and pressed her lips dead against mine.
The contrast hit me, snapping against my skin.
Her mouth was a furnace, but that ice felt like a cold blade cutting through the heat.
The freezing water trickled down my throat while her tongue worked mine.
My brain wiped out every last trace of blood, gunshots, and bullshit from earlier.
My world shrank down to just her, that freezing chill, and the way she was handling me.
She pulled back, picked up another cube, and held it between her lips while her hands untied my fabric, parting to expose my chest. She started trailing slow, wet kisses down my sternum, dragging the freezing tip of that ice across my bare skin.
The icy trails of water melted across my chest, raising goosebumps all over my skin. I dug into her soft, bare waist, holding on while she moved down my stomach.
She kept that ice melting in her mouth, her breath coming out in cold, sweet wisps against my skin. When she hit the bottom of my stomach, I parted my legs wide. She looked up at me through her dark lashes, she showed me the possessive hunger in her eyes.
"Just close your eyes," she whispered against my inner thighs. "And just focus on what you feel."
I closed my eyes after I gripped the bedding beneath me, consumed by her control.