Warning: To my innocent waffles, this chapter is explicit, please be warned. For mature readers only. And for my dirty, naughty waffles, here you go. ENJOY!!

Raffy's POV

"It hurt! Fuck!" Natalia screamed at my face. I quickly pulled it out. Blood smeared on my fingers. Her lips twitched when she saw my face. I know she's trying to hold her laughter, and undoubtedly, she's enjoying my misery.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Pumpkin." I apologized, even though I know she was exaggerating it.

Oh, what a torture.

"Pull it out!" she hissed, and I caught her wincing. I don't know why she is torturing me. This is her--

"Oh shit!" I grumbled as I pulled the little thing out of her p*ssy. "It wasn't that big? It was so little, barely the size of my pinky?" I groaned, trying to control my temper.

For the love of God. Why it has happened today!

"And why am I putting this on you?" I asked grumbling words under my breath. When I met her sharp glare, I quickly swallowed all the words that are I'm about to say.

Stop complaining, Raffy!

"Well, you bought these damn tampons. I hate tampons!" she screeched, throwing the box onto the floor.

I slammed my eyes shut, then quickly stood up and washed my hands.

Damn luck!

I gotta give that woman an earful after telling me that every woman uses tampons. Not my Pumpkin. That also gave me an idea that if she feels in pain for that little stick, then how much more of mine?

Oh, good heavens! How much torture should I get?

"What's the name of that thing again?" I asked, holding my temper at bay.

"Anything, as long as it's not tampons. I need pads," she stressed, eyes widening at me.

"Fine! Stay there," I commanded and stormed out of the washroom.

Now I regretted not bringing Osvaldo. These minions shadowing us are nowhere to be seen. I decided to go to the same store.

I came out of the store as quickly as I walked in, holding a plastic bag. My head hung low as I walked back to the hotel, trying not to trip over something or bump into someone. I don't know if someone will recognize me here or not, but it's better to be cautious.

The anticipation for our honeymoon died the moment she told me she had her monthly period. I didn't understand at first until she explained it to me and actually showed me the red spot staining her pristine white dress. We were glad we are back to the hotel before it happened. It would be very embarrassing for her.

Anyhow, she sent me to buy pads, and I asked this staff of that 24-hour store, it's the name of the store, actually a drugstore, she suggested the tampons, she believed that every woman uses it nowadays, so I bought it, only to find out that she never uses it.

And to prove it to me rather torment me, she ordered me to put it on her. Perhaps to punish me. And indeed it was! A severe punishment. Not only I saw her shaved p*ssy and turned me rock hard, but I also get to see how blood oozes out, too. And as instantly as I turned hard, I immediately grew soft.

As soon as I got back, she was still sitting on the toilet bowl, reading a runway magazine. I couldn't help but smile. She does act like a princess sometimes, and I've got to say, I love every bit of her sassiness.

She set down the magazine on the small glass table next to the bowl and watched me as I place the bag on the sink counter, then pulled the box.

A broad smile broke out on her lips, showing me her bright white sets of teeth. "Please hand me one," she stretched out her hand, palm facing up.

I opened the box and took one. It said has wings and I wonder where is the wing.

"Thanks, babe." She took the square thing and unfolded it.

As much as I love to watch her, I don't want to see the blood again. "I'll leave you here. Let me know if you need anything," I said and turned on my heel.

"Don't you want to watch how I put this?" she teased.

"I've seen enough, Pumpkin," I said, turning to face him and gave her a sweet smile.

She pouted. I quickly left her to her privacy.

So much for the honeymoon!

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Natalia's POV

There are things that I really hate about being a woman, one of this is our monthly period. If only I could stop it, just for tonight, but we can't avoid it nor stop it. It's one thing being a woman and high maintenance at that.

I saw the disappointment on my baby's face, and I hate it, but at the same time, I find it hilarious. Seriously, he looked like he wanted to kill himself.

My ever loving Duke, he was very gentleman, very supportive, and I was actually just teasing him when I demanded him to put the tampon in, and he did. It didn't hurt much, but I overreacted because I really hate tampons. Sorry for those who adored tampons, but seriously, I felt like something is stuck in there, so I never used it.

It's just uncomfortable.

Damn menstruation.

It sure knows when to show up!

I want to go shopping. I feel like crap, and shopping will surely lighten my mood.

We still have few hours, I hope. I packed a lot of clothes, I had to use some.

I walked out the washroom and found Raffy in front of his laptop. He was sitting on my bed, legs stretched out with the Mac Air laptop on his lap.

"Babe," I cooed, slowly narrowing our distance and climbed up next to him. His back was leaning against the upholstered headboard.

"Hmm?" he answered without tearing his eyes off the screen.

"I'm craving for something," I whispered, leaning my cheek against the side of his shoulder with my eyes on the screen. He looked like he's emailing someone.

He sent the letter, then shut off the laptop. He folded it and place it next to him.

He gave me a sweet smile, but I could tell, there's a tinge of worries in them. "Like?" he asked. He curled his hand around me and pulled me on his lap.

I let out a squeal, then giggled after.

He buried his nose in the crook of my neck. I felt suddenly all tingly and hot.

"What do you want?" Raffy said, nuzzling his nose against my hair.

"Chanel, Dior, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Gucci, Versace, Fendi—"

"Are those are ice cream's flavor?" he teased, and I chuckled, pulling myself away to look at him.

"You could call it that," I grinned.

He chuckled. "How are you feeling?" he asked, brushing away the hairs that scattered over my cheeks and tucked them behind my ears.

"Shit," I responded. He grimaced, adjusting his hands around me.

I leaned against his chest, filling my lungs with his addicting masculine scent. "What time would you like to leave?" I asked.

"It's up to you, Pumpkin. I'd like to be back before the party starts, but I'm sure, you need more time for your hair and makeup," he answered, and I nodded.

I would need at least a couple of hours for my hair and makeup. I have no idea about the dress, but Yuliana said, it will be the best dress like one for the Duchess. I didn't know she already gave me some hint there, but I was too preoccupied with all the events that happened, all those revelations from Raffy.

And now, the thought of our ball wedding, excitement suddenly filled me. I actually felt a better upon thinking about it. I can't wait.

Ball wedding is every woman's dream.

"What's that smile for? I'm a little anxious now about that smile," Raffy said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

He cocked his eyebrow at me.

"Don't worry. You're safe," I grinned, and he doesn't look convinced.

"You'll gonna be the death of me!" he grumbled, but there's a tenderness in his tone.

Before I could respond, he pulled me off him, and he slid down then lay on his back, pulling me in the process on top of him causing me to yelp loudly.

"How about making out instead of Gucci?" he grinned with full of wickedness.

"I like that!" I giggled, cupping his face with my hands.

Oh, I could stare at him all day. He's perfection! Who wouldn't fall for this man? Devilishly handsome, a body that made for sex, everything—

"I like the sound of that!" Raffy interrupted my thoughts, or so I thought. "A body that made for sex."

Did I just say that out loud?

Raffy's laughter confirmed I just did.

"Well, we surely have something in common, Mrs. Valiente." Raffy's shoulder was shaking as he burst into a rumbling laughter. "We both talk to ourselves!" he added through laughter.

His laughter was so contagious I just soon found myself laughing with him.

I was still laughing oblivious of Raffy's hungry gaze. He was just staring at me. Those cerulean eyes I fell in love with filled with hunger, with love, and adoration. His intense gaze made my heart races, my skin tingled, and I felt suddenly hot.

"You are so beautiful, Mrs. Valiente. I can't believe you are mine," he murmured almost breathily. The shade of his orbs darkening, and the way he gazes at me, it felt like warm hands caressing me. Making me all feel ticklish and sensitive. His deep, labored voice was like a liquid of lust, filling me, coursing through my veins, and all I could think is his lips, his tongue skillfully licking me down there, but for God's sake, I can't think about that right now.

I have my menstruation, but it's hard. The more I felt so horny, I couldn't help but feel that aching need down there. I felt like I'm going to blow up.

Holy Smokes!

"Raffy," I murmured. I swallowed hard as I felt the heat pooling low in my belly.

Raffy cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer. My eyes instantly close when he brushes his warm lips on mine. It was light, like teasing me. A small groan escaped my lips. He licked my lower lip before catching it between his teeth, then give it a gentle bite.

The gentle kiss gradually became aggressive, my hands are all over him already. His taut, ripped chest, down to his v-line. He groaned and grunted as I ran my palm up and down his ripped body.

Our tongue danced, parried for control, but no one wants to back down. His hands found my breast, and he kneaded it gently. His fingers teasing the hard tip underneath the lace bra. Raffy pulled up the gray shirt I was wearing, it was his and tossed it behind me. Then he worked on my bra hook. I had to help him unhook it.

His eyes darkened even more when my breast in full view. He pushed himself up, then curled his hands around me. My hands automatically wrapped around his neck, his lips quickly found my sensitive bud, then he sucked it hard.

My head jerked back in abandon, letting out a loud moan of pleasure. Stinging pain erupted but quickly replaced with overwhelming sensations. Tiny electrifying sensations shoots in my every nerve endings.

He grazed his tongue around the areola and occasionally sucked it hard, my body seemed to explode with pleasure. He did the same with the other, licking, sucking like there's no tomorrow, worshipping it, and all I could do was moan loudly at his sweet, sweet assault.

"Oh God, Raffy!" I cried out.

Raffy shifted, and before I knew what was happening, my back touched the bed. He lay on top of me. I felt his hard cock.

I boldly ran my palm across his bulging crotch, and he let out a restrained groan. "Let me help you," I murmured and pushed him off me.

He rolled to his back, then I straddled him. His eyes dilated when my pelvis touched his restrained cock.

I pushed myself down, making sure my pelvis is touching him, and he let out a strangled moan. Straddling him shins without putting my weight on it, I worked on his belt, then tossed it onto the floor. Then undo his fly, then pulled his pants down and his drawers. His turgid cock sprang free.

Man, he's huge.

"What are you doing?" Raffy asked in a gravelly voice.

I gave him a wicked grin. "I think popsicle is better than ice cream," I murmured breathily, sliding myself down and leaned in forward so that my face leveled his cock.

Damn!

When my palm touches his rigid cock, it pulsated against my palm. He grunted gutturally, and the most fascinating thing in the world, I witnessed how his juices gushed out of its tip. It wasn't much because I think he was trying to control it. Spreading the cream all over its length, I stroke him with both hands. His juices made it moist and slippery.

I could hardly wrap my hand around it. It's that big and long. The tip was like a mushroom. Pink and shiny. It's larger than its body. I wonder if it's fit me.

He might rip me apart, but I don't feel scared of anything. I'm actually excited.

"Fuck!" he grunted, a strangled moan followed as I kept on stroking him. His eyelids fluttered as he tried to hold his moan. His muscles tensing. I stroked him a little faster, then I leaned down and stuck my tongue out and licked the tip.

Strings of strangled groan escaped his lips.

I grinned. I licked his top like licking a popsicle, running the pad of my tongue up and down of its length, then around the rim of its tip, and while doing so, my hand stroking from the base. Then, I opened my lips and welcomed him in, then bob my head up and down.

He made series of moans, grunting and groaning. I was holding him on either side of his thighs as I keep bobbing my head up and down, then pushed my head further down until I could feel him at the back of my throat. I felt gagging, but I held it as I pulled my head up again, then bob it up and down, gradually picking up speed, pushed it down until at the back of my throat, then do it again and again.

I could tell he was so close. His turgid cock grew bigger inside my mouth, and I kept on doing the same process. His strangled grunts became louder.

"Oh God, Babe. I'm fucking cumming," he groaned, and then he pulled me up, but it's too late. I felt his juice shot me on my chest. It was warm and sticky, but I love it.

"Fuck!" he grunted, stroking his shaft until his last juice. He was sweating when it was over. His erratic breathings calming down.

He stared at my chest, and he chuckled.

"I'm sorry," he apologized as he pulled me on his lap and gave me a drugging kiss.

I returned his kiss with the same fervor.

"I love it!" I smiled. I can't believe I just pleasure him, with my mouth.

"You're amazing!" he murmured, then he nuzzled his nose into my sweaty neck. He smelled sex, but I love it.

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The Ball wedding will be written by one of my loyal reader and a friend. She's not done yet. I'll make a second epilogue once I posted hers. 

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