LISA POV

"Where are we going now?" I inquired, gazing at him. He replied, "First to my office. I need to handle some meetings, then the whole day is yours. Tell me where you want to go."

Seductively, I suggested, "Somewhere where no one can disturb us." He chuckled, placing his hand on my lips, cautioning, "Don't play with this beast; it will devour you." His words lingered.

I countered, "Maybe in my life, there is no prince charming, but I guess I don't need a prince charming. I need a beast to handle me." We shared a smile, a silent understanding passing between us.

Today, I accompanied Taehyung to his office, dressed in a beautiful blue designer dress that Taehyung bought for me. Taehyung himself wore a dark blue suit, tailored by a top designer, exuding his usual dashingly handsome aura.

His almost otherworldly beauty had the power to bring life back to the dead. As a wave of sadness enveloped me regarding my stepmother's constant disdain,

He sensed my unease and gently inquired, "What happened, Lisa?" I offered a silent nod, attempting to brush it off, but he pulled me closer, his tone turning dangerously protective. "Tell me, Doll," he urged.

I met his intense gaze and finally voiced my inner turmoil. "Why does Mother always hate me? I've tried to win her heart, even though she's my stepmother."

He chuckled with a touch of pain in his voice, revealing a hidden depth to his understanding. "She was always like that, Lisa. She was only after a luxurious life. She left my father because he was poor, and she married your father. I still remember my dark past," he confessed.

His revelation casts a shadow of empathy and understanding over the car's intimate space. I absorbed the weight of his words, realizing the intricate layers of his past. As I looked into his eyes, I sensed a mixture of pain and resilience.

"Why did she leave your father?" I asked, my curiosity mixing with my empathy for the shared pain in our past.

He sighed, taking a heavy exhale that seemed to release the burden of memories. "My father faced financial struggles, and when she found a wealthier opportunity, she abandoned him. Later, she married your father for financial security."

A surge of compassion welled up within me. "Taehyung, I'm sorry you had to go through that," I whispered, my fingers gently tracing patterns on his hand.

He offered a small, bitter smile. "Life isn't always kind, Lisa. But it led me to you." His words lingered in the air, carrying a profound truth. I leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, a silent acknowledgment of shared pain and the solace we found in each other.

The car became a cocoon of emotions, where past wounds met present healing. He pulled away, his eyes holding a warmth that transcended the pain. "We can't change the past, Doll. But we can build a future together."

His promise resonated, and in that moment, I found solace in the arms of the man who understood both the darkness and the light that shaped our lives. The car continued its journey through the city, carrying us forward into an uncertain, yet hopeful, future.

After a while, we approached his office building, and its sheer size was awe-inspiring. The towering glass structure stood proudly, claiming the title of the tallest and most luxurious building in the country.

Taehyung, true to his style, ensured his buildings stood out from the rest. As we neared, I observed a crowd of people bustling around the main gate, leading to the colossal structure.

The anticipation and nervousness crept back into me. The people quickly made their way as they spotted Taehyung's approaching car.

The car entered, and the imposing dark metal gates closed, preventing the eager crowd from infiltrating.

Guards were summoned to handle the situation, dispersing the crowd. Lost in my nervous thoughts, I failed to notice Taehyung leaving the car.

Amidst the screams, I realized the commotion was about us. Taehyung opened the door for me, extending his hand with a handsome smile.

I responded with a smile, biting my lower lip nervously, and placed my hand in his. Stepping out of the car, the cacophony escalated. Cameras snapped, people yelled, and reporters bombarded us with questions. Turning my head, I was left stunned.

The sheer number of people gathered outside the building gates was overwhelming. Had the entire country congregated here?

I felt a pleasurable current coursing through my body as Taehyung gently grabbed my hand amidst the increasing yells.

The noise was almost deafening, but his hands around my waist pulled me closer, eliminating any space between our bodies.

"Let's go inside," he whispered in my ear, and I laughed. He stared at me with a smirk, grabbing my hand as we navigated through the chaotic crowd. His office entrance welcomed us, with some of his workers waiting. They bowed, but Taehyung paid no heed.

One of his staff members approached, bowing down respectfully. "Sir, this is your parcel, as you requested." The box was substantial, wrapped like an elaborate gift.

Taehyung ordered, "Take them into my office," and the staff nodded, carrying the sizable gift box into his office.

As we stepped into his office, we were immediately struck by its opulence. The room was adorned with sleek, modern furnishings, a grand mahogany desk, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning city view.

Plush leather chairs, ornate artwork, and a fully stocked bar added to the lavish ambiance. Yet amidst the luxury, there was an intimate corner with a plush sofa, inviting us to relax in privacy. Every detail spoke of wealth and power, reflecting the man who commanded the space.

As I suddenly found myself in Taehyung's grasp, he said, "Like it, doll?" I looked at him and replied, "Your office is so perfect." He smiled and said, "Nothing is more perfect than you," just as we heard a knock.

Taehyung let the person in, and I watched as the staff placed the gift on a side table, bowing before leaving us alone. The hustle and bustle outside seemed to fade away as the door closed, enveloping us in the sanctuary of Taehyung's office.

Turning to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Taehyung gestured towards the sizable gift package. "Open it," he suggested, and I couldn't hide my surprise. "Is this for me?" I asked, needing confirmation. He nodded, a warm smile gracing his lips. "For my beautiful wife," he affirmed, and my heart swelled with happiness.

"Thank you, brother!" I exclaimed, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. But then, in a moment of awkwardness, I slipped up, addressing him as "brother."

Taehyung's expression shifted slightly, a hint of something unreadable crossing his features. "Don't call me your brother," he murmured, drawing me nearer with a sudden intensity.

"It stirs desires in me; it's too provocative," he confessed, his voice a sensual whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

With trembling hands, I untied the ribbon on the gift, eager to discover its contents. As I peeled back the wrapping paper, my eyes widened in delight. Inside lay a sleek iPhone, gleaming in the soft light. I couldn't contain my excitement as I embraced him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around me in response.

"It's yours," he confirmed, his voice filled with warmth. "Let's exchange numbers," he suggested, and I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this small gesture symbolized so much more than just a simple exchange of digits. It was a promise of connection, of intimacy, and a future together.

We exchanged numbers, and as I admired the iPhone, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with adoration. Taehyung handed it to me, explaining, "A wedding gift, though it pales in comparison to what you've given me. I'll ensure you receive everything you deserve."

Accepting the gift with gratitude, I placed it on the table before embracing him tightly. "It means everything," I confessed. "Your love and trust are all I need—no luxury compares to true love. Stay loyal; never break me again." He held me close, and our lips met in a tender kiss. "I am yours," he affirmed, his words filling me with reassurance.

Concerned about hiding the iPhone from my mother, I confided in Taehyung, "I need to keep the iPhone a secret, and what if my mother asks me about it?"

Chuckling softly, Taehyung's reassurance eased my concerns, his words instilling a sense of confidence in me. "There's no need to fear. It's yours, and I'll handle it. Silly restrictions won't keep you from enjoying your gift—just hide it," he said reassuringly, prompting a nod of agreement from me.

As he suggested we watch him work, little did I anticipate the unexpected turn of events that would follow. Though I harbored aspirations of success like him, my studies had been curtailed, leaving me yearning for more.

Pulling another chair toward his desk, Taehyung gestured for me to sit as he settled into his seat, opening his laptop to begin his work. Despite my admiration for him, a pang of jealousy struck me as I watched him, marveling at his efficiency and grace.

Unable to resist seeking his attention, I playfully nudged his arm, hoping to draw his focus away from the screen. However, he remained engrossed in his tasks, his concentration unwavering. Seated beside him, I leaned my head against his shoulder, his hand resting casually on my thigh, sending a rush of warmth through me.

As we journeyed to his office, the air in the office was charged with a mix of tension and playful banter. Attempting to divert his attention, I resorted to lightly punching his arm, though it was futile.

Eventually, Taehyung shifted his focus from his laptop, his warm smile melting away any pretense of frustration. Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he gently rubbed them, eliciting a mock pout from me as our undeniable attraction simmered beneath the surface.

With a charming smile, he inquired, "What is it, love?" His voice, deep and seductive, made my heart race, and I gulped, momentarily considering surrendering to the allure. However, I reorganized my thoughts, maintaining the facade of anger.

"You!" I exclaimed in mock indignation, a playful grin tugging at the corners of my lips. He chuckled, his laughter only serving to deepen the unfair allure I felt towards him.

"What?" he teased, his fingers tracing a gentle path along my cheek before planting a tender kiss on my skin. His gaze held mine, the intensity of it sparking a palpable connection between us.

"You ignored me!" I accused him, maintaining the facade of annoyance even as I yearned to melt into his embrace. "Did I now?" he countered with a mischievous grin, his laughter filling the air.

Before I could protest further, he pulled me onto his lap, our bodies fitting snugly against the surface of the table that hosted his laptop. My arms instinctively wound around his neck as his hand settled on my thighs, his touch sending shivers down my spine in our intimate position.

Leaning in, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss, momentarily stealing my breath away. As he pulled back, he whispered those three words that never failed to send my heart into a frenzy: "I love you, Babydoll."

A surge of warmth flooded my chest at his declaration. "I love you too, baby," I replied, a soft smile playing on my lips as I affectionately returned his endearing nickname. With a playful slap to his chest, I couldn't help but join in his laughter as he enveloped me in a comforting embrace.

He swept me up by the hips, my legs wrapping around him as he carried us to his desk. Seated on it, my thighs still encircling his waist, I could feel the palpable tension of his growing desire.

He asked, his gaze fixed on me, "Did you pack all your stuff for the three days?" I nodded in affirmation and replied, "Yes, I've packed all my necessities."

A blush crept onto my cheeks as I thought about the contents of my suitcase—the sexy dresses, the comfy ones, the enticing night dress, and the lingerie he had chosen for me.

A smirk played on his lips, signaling his intentions, but our intimate moment was abruptly disrupted by a forceful knock on the door. Irritated, he growled in frustration.

Pushing him back slightly, I gracefully jumped off the desk just as another knock echoed through the room.

His face is now turned toward the door. Glaring, I took the opportunity to seize his chin, initiating a surprise kiss.

He responded with unabashed passion, the third knock bringing an end to our embrace.

I couldn't help but chuckle while Taehyung emitted a low growl, an electric mix of darkness and desire enveloping us.

As he was about to unleash a curse, I swiftly placed my index finger on his lips, silencing him.

With a composed demeanor, I addressed the intruder, "Come in, please." I couldn't ignore the unmistakable lust reflected in his eyes.

TAEHYUNG POV

She delicately placed her finger on my lips and uttered, "Come in, please," her tone was a perfect blend of politeness and professionalism. My black eyes darkened with a sudden surge of lust.

Whoever that intruder was, I vowed to deal with him later—his untimely interruption had disrupted a moment of profound significance.

As my P.A. entered, frozen at the sight of us, her finger lingering on my lips, it became abundantly clear that he had unwittingly stumbled upon something more than a routine office encounter.

My deathly stare prompted an audible gulp from him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. A low growl escaped my throat when she withdrew her finger, leaving behind a lingering sensation that I secretly craved.

"Sorry, sir, but Mr. Hei Jiang is waiting for you," stammered my P.A., his fear palpable in his tone. Before I could issue a menacing threat, she intervened with calm authority, "Please tell him he'll be there in 5 minutes. Thank you."

Her poised response only heightened my admiration, igniting an unexpected spark of lust. With a nod and a bow, my P.A. retreated, finally putting an end to the unwelcome interruption.

Turning my attention back to her, eager for a passionate kiss, she halted me with a firm, "Meeting now!" Her dominant tone evoked a smirk, and brushing my lips against her ear,

I couldn't resist whispering, "With that tone, I doubt I'll ever follow your orders. You sound so sexy, making me crave you intensely, doll." Her blush deepened, revealing an endearing side that fueled my desire.

After a lingering kiss, I instructed her to wait, gently caressing her face. "Wait for me, my dear." She nodded with a smile, gracefully tiptoeing in her heels to plant another kiss. I reciprocated, then tore myself away before succumbing to desire right there in the office.

Heading toward the meeting room, undoing a middle suit button for a touch of nonchalance, I entered to find everyone standing and bowing.

Taking the head chair, the meeting commenced without further delay, the air thick with unspoken tension and unfulfilled desires.

After an arduous hour of negotiations, I finally sighed and put my signature on the papers before rising from the imposing chair.

"Three months, and I want the design ready," I asserted, a cloud of smoke accompanying my words as I sauntered out of the meeting room. Retrieving my iPhone, I dialed Leejun, a tattoo artist whose services I required.

"I need you to come to my penthouse. Bring a female tattoo artist too," I instructed, exhaling smoke with a devilish smirk playing on my lips.

"Sure, but why the need for a female? Have you finally got yourself a woman?" Leejun quipped. My response was a sly smile and a cryptic, "She's special, that's why," before ending the call.

Entering my lavishly decorated office, I found Lisa there, her gaze drifting across the opulent surroundings.

Sensing a subtle undercurrent of sadness in Lisa's demeanor, I gently probed, "Any regrets, Lisa?" She shook her head, but the guarded expression in her eyes hinted at concealed emotions.

"Don't hide anything from me," I whispered, my tone carrying a latent warning. Leaning closer to me, she hesitated before finally confessing, "I don't have regrets, but there's something I wanted to do, and you won't allow me."

"What is it? Tell me," I demanded, eager to understand her innermost desires. Her admission hung in the air as she gathered her courage. "I wanted to complete my studies. I want to be a fashion designer, create art, and be successful like you."

Pulling her into a reassuring embrace, I considered her words carefully. "I'll find a way for you to study," I assured her, determination seeping into my voice. "But first, we must handle our issues. Your studies can wait; you need relaxation."As I spoke, I made a silent vow to myself to prioritize Lisa's dreams alongside resolving our shared challenges.

Surprised, she responded with a lingering kiss, stating, "I knew you would agree." I nodded, adding, "I'll do anything to make you happy, but don't break my trust." Her promise came earnestly: "I'll never do that."

The unspoken bond between us intensified, the air thick with a shared understanding. Lisa's eyes once tinged with a hint of sadness, now sparkled with newfound hope.

I held her close, savoring the warmth of our connection, knowing that our journey together would navigate challenges, but the foundation of trust and love we were building would withstand it all.

Looking into her eyes, I said, "Now, let's go. I have some more surprises for you, and it's my wish. I hope you'll love it." She met my gaze, cupping my face gently, and replied, "I'll love it, whatever you give me."

With her gift in hand, we left my office, the unspoken bond between us carrying a weight of shared understanding. Lisa's eyes, once touched by a hint of sadness, now sparkled with newfound hope.

Holding her close, I relished the warmth of our connection, confident that our journey together would weather challenges, anchored in the foundation of trust and love we were building.

As I exited the office, my guards were at the ready. They opened the gate of my car, and we settled into the back seat. Lisa placed her gift beside her, anticipation evident in her eyes.

Instructing my guard, I commanded, "Take us to my penthouse." The car set in motion, carrying us toward the next chapter of surprises and shared moments.

Upon reaching the penthouse, I turned to Lisa and said, "Let's go inside." I took out her handbag, and we entered the opulent space.

Guiding her towards my room, where our journey had begun, I sensed a hint of discomfort in Lisa's demeanor, perhaps recalling our initial encounter.

Cupping her face gently, I reassured her, "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you. I brought you here because it's the safest place where we can spend time together and enjoy our moments by the private beach." My penthouse boasted a secluded section of beach, off-limits to everyone but us.

The air held a mix of memories and anticipation for what lay ahead. I was determined to transform this space, creating new, positive experiences.

My goal was to turn it into a haven where trust, love, and shared moments would replace any shadows from the past.

Lisa settled her iPhone on the dressing table, and I placed her handbag into my closet, breaking the silence with words that carried the weight of her emotions.

"I was scared to remember, but I feel I need you more than anything in this world. I rejected all my feelings because I thought it was forbidden to love my stepbrother. But I can't ignore this inner feeling; it's tearing me apart. I can't bear the pain of not having you with me."

Her confession hung in the air, a raw and vulnerable admission. I approached her, gently taking her hands in mine. "Lisa, we can't change the past, but we can shape our future. If being together is what you need, then let's face the world and anyone who opposes us together." As Lisa and I relished our united resolve, a distinct knock on the door abruptly disrupted the intimate ambiance.

Granting entry, the guard informed us that a man with a team had arrived, likely the tattoo artists. "Sir, a man came with this team and asked us to tell you." Deciding to proceed, I instructed the guard to guide them to the guest room for preparations.

As the door closed behind the guard, Lisa's curiosity surged. "Unexpected visitors? What's happening?" she inquired, her eyes searching for an explanation.

"I want us to have something permanent, a symbol that can't be erased," I revealed. "Are you ready to bear a little pain for it?" I asked, gauging her willingness to embark on this unconventional journey.

A moment of hesitation lingered on her face, but then, with a resolute nod, she granted her approval. "Let's do it," she affirmed.

As we made our way toward the guest room where the tattoo artists awaited, the air buzzed with anticipation. "This is about more than just tattoos," I shared. "It's a way to mark our commitment."

Entering the guest room, I found Leejun, the tattoo artist, and his team ready for the task at hand. "Leejun, good to see you. This is Lisa," I introduced, gesturing towards Lisa, who greeted them with a warm smile.

Leejun acknowledged, "Nice to meet you, Lisa. Ready for some ink?" His team, equipped with the necessary tools, prepared the space for the upcoming session.

As the atmosphere hummed with anticipation, I pulled Lisa closer, my arm wrapped around her. Looking into her eyes, I declared, "I want a couple tattoo on our hands."

Leejun's eyes lit up with excitement. "Couple tattoos are my specialty. Are you both ready, but it will be painful?" He inquired, ready to turn our shared vision into a permanent work of art.

Glancing at Lisa, I assure her, "Don't be scared." She nodded. We settled down on the couch while I grabbed her closer, and Leejun and his team got to work. The buzzing of the tattoo machine filled the room.

As they meticulously etched the design onto our hands, a blend of nerves and excitement permeated the air. Lisa, initially tense, gradually relaxed into the process, her trust evident in the way she held my hand.

Amidst the rhythmic hum of the tattoo machine, I whispered to Lisa, "This pain is a symbol of our love, a little discomfort for something beautiful and lasting." She nodded with a mixture of emotions in her eyes.

As the needle continued its dance on our skin, I made a conscious decision to distract Lisa from the sensation. Gently turning her face towards mine, I kissed her passionately, allowing the sweetness of our connection to overshadow the temporary pain.

Breaking the kiss, I gazed into Lisa's eyes, witnessing a mix of surprise and gratitude reflected in their depths. "Love always has its moments of pain, but it's worth it," I murmured, drawing her closer in reassurance.

Lisa blushed, her eyes darting towards the watching eyes around us. "They're watching," she whispered nervously.

Meeting her gaze with unwavering determination, I responded, "Let them. I don't care. Let them witness love. Trust me."

At that moment, amidst the hum of the tattoo needle and the curious eyes of onlookers, our love stood as a beacon of authenticity, unafraid to be seen and celebrated.

Lisa hesitated for a moment, her uncertainty palpable. But as she looked into my eyes, she saw the sincerity and love reflected in her, calming her nerves.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, her gaze softening with understanding and trust. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the buzzing of the tattoo machine.

With a smile, I gently caressed her cheek, reassuring her with my touch. "Trust in us, Lisa," I whispered back, my voice filled with conviction. "We have something special, and we shouldn't hide it from the world."

As the tattoo artist continued their work, our connection grew stronger, fortified by the shared experience and the unwavering bond between us. And amidst the curious glances and whispered comments from those around us, we remained steadfast in our love, unyielding to the judgments of others.

At that moment, as we held each other close, I knew that our love was a force to be reckoned with, capable of withstanding any obstacle that came our way. And with each passing moment, I was grateful for the opportunity to share this journey with Lisa, my partner, my confidante, and the love of my life.

Together, we embraced the physical and metaphorical marks of our commitment, a testament to the enduring strength of our love.

With the tattoos completed, I enveloped Lisa in my arms, relishing the tangible representation of our shared commitment etched onto our skin. Leejun, the tattoo artist, observed our embrace with a knowing smirk.

"I guess we need to leave for now because you are so in love with your woman," Leejun remarked, his tone laced with amusement.

I chuckled, acknowledging the truth in his words, and added, "Yes, I love this woman. But before you go, tell me the payment."

Leejun looked at me and responded, "I have seen many couples who want me to create the tattoo, but I've never seen this much passionate love. As you are my friend, this is a gift for you both, and don't forget to invite me to your wedding."

I chuckled in gratitude and replied, "Thanks," getting up to hug him. As Leejun and his team prepared to depart, I expressed my sincere gratitude for turning our shared vision into a tangible representation of our love.

The room now held not only the scent of ink but also the echoes of shared moments—a lasting testament to the depth of our connection.

As I looked at Lisa, she appeared exhausted, prompting me to suggest, "Let's take some rest." She nodded in agreement and feeling her need for repose, I lifted her into my arms.

We made our way to my room, where I gently laid her down on the bed, covering her with a blanket as she drifted into sleep.

Leaving Lisa to rest, I retreated to my study, burying myself in work as time slipped away unnoticed. As night approached, my Queen entered the room, her attire transformed into a silky nightgown, a departure from the dresses that many would covet. Her uniqueness resonated with me.

She settled onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, and sweetly suggested, "Taehyung, sleep with me now." Chuckling at her charm, I replied, "I have some work to finish; you can take a rest. If you wake up later, have some dinner, and then we can go to the beach."

But she persisted, her desire evident in her insistence. "I want to stay with you!" she expressed earnestly.

Chuckling softly, I couldn't resist her affection. With a gentle caress of her face, I inquired, "What do you want, Lisa?" The air crackled with a subtle tension, desire simmering beneath the surface as we exchanged longing glances.

"I need you to f-ck me," she whispered seductively in my ear. My wild side ignited, and I grabbed her hips, placing her on the desk, kissing her hungrily. She smiled, wrapping her body around mine.

My hands grabbed the hem of her nighty, pulling it up slightly, my ice-cold hands touching her warm skin, eliciting heavy breaths and moans from her. I licked her lower lip for entrance; she opened her mouth, and our tongues battled once again.

In the blink of an eye, we were both naked. I licked her womanhood eagerly as she gripped my hair, moaning. She released it into my mouth, and I swallowed it.

She pushed me down onto the chair and bent down, sucking my shaft. I moaned as she sucked harder, releasing it into her mouth. She swallowed it, staring at me, asking for more. I smirked and pulled her up, placing her on the desk once again.

I spread her legs wide and positioned myself between them, entering her slowly. She closed her eyes as I started to thrust inside her. Her breasts moved in rhythm with our bodies.

Her moans were seductive, driving me wild. I kissed her lips as our hands intertwined. Her back arched in pleasure as she came to my desk. I moaned as I came inside her.

I pulled out and kissed her once again. I carried her to my couch, where we both settled, naked. I made her sit on my lap as we embraced each other.

We gazed into each other's eyes, our bodies still pulsating with the lingering echoes of our passion. The warmth of her skin against mine sent shivers down my spine, and I held her close, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

As we sat intertwined on the couch, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us in our private sanctuary. We spoke softly, sharing whispered confessions and tender caresses, each moment deepening the connection between us.

Time seemed to stand still as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking, content in each other's arms. And in that tranquil embrace, I knew that our bond transcended mere physical desire; it was a profound connection that bound us together in ways words could never fully express.

With a gentle kiss and a whispered promise of more to come, we nestled into each other, lost in the sweet bliss of our love.

With a hint of dominance in her voice, Lisa asserted, "Now come and sleep with me, and don't say no to me. I am your wife, and you have to listen to me." I couldn't help but smirk at her commanding tone. "Are you ordering me, Lisa?" I teased, enjoying the playful banter.

In response, she moved to face me, playfully biting my cheek. Though I hissed at the sensation, her gentle lick afterward soothed the slight sting. "Yes, I can order you. I have rights over you, my dear husband. All wives have rights over their husbands, and you can work later. Now, sleep with me," she insisted, her boldness surprising me.

Taking her words in stride, I pulled her closer, reveling in her newfound assertiveness. "I never knew I could see you this bold, Lisa," I admitted, genuinely impressed by her display of confidence.

She affectionately pinched my nose, her tone turning playful. "It's you and our relationship that makes me bold like this, and I love it. And I love you. Now come, let's sleep, and don't make me angry. You know what happens when husbands make their wives angry," she warned, her words laced with a hint of mischief.

Curious, I played along, asking, "Tell me, Doll," eager to hear her response and continue our playful exchange. With a playful yet forceful bite to my lips, Lisa broke the kiss, her tone firm as she declared, "I won't let you touch me. Come near me now, don't challenge me." I couldn't help but play along, feigning a scared expression as I responded, "Oh, I'm scared. But I know you won't do anything. Still, I'll always respect your wishes, my dear wife."

Grateful for my understanding, she embraced me tightly, whispering, "Thanks for loving me." With a chuckle, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her towards our room. We took a shortcut through my study, enjoying the familiarity of our shared spaces.

Arriving at our bed, we settled down, finding solace in each other's embrace. As we lay together, the warmth of our connection enveloped us, creating a serene atmosphere. With gentle insistence, I guided her to lie down, reassuring her with my words. "I will always love you, Lisa. Now, sleep."

As Lisa nestled into the comfort of the bed, I gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at the peaceful expression that graced her features. With a soft smile, I leaned down to place a tender kiss on her forehead, a silent promise of my unwavering devotion.

Curling up beside her, I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her close in a protective embrace. The rhythmic sound of her breathing soon filled the room, a soothing melody that lulled me into a state of tranquility.

In the quiet intimacy of the moment, I found myself reflecting on the journey we had shared and the trials and triumphs that had only served to strengthen our bond. Despite the challenges we had faced, our love had remained steadfast, a beacon of light guiding us through the darkest of times.

As sleep began to claim me, I whispered one final declaration into the darkness of the room, a heartfelt affirmation of the love that bound us together. "I will always be here for you, Lisa. Always and forever."

And with those words, I succumbed to the embrace of sleep, content in the knowledge that we would face whatever the future held together.