Taming My Arrogant Husband
Chapter 102: Passionate love

He pinned me to the wall the moment we entered the penthouse and captured my lips in a rough, desperate and a hungry kind of kiss. He held both my hands tightly above my head while his other hand was placed around my waist to hold me in place.

No words have to be said as it was only our bodies and boiling desire talking at that moment. I responded to his kiss with the same passion and slowly deepened until we found ourselves already inside his

room.

I haven't even noticed how we get there. The only thing I remembered was our intense making out in the living room when his hand started to roam and knead every inch of my body, and when he took a sharp breath as I pressed my hand to his toned chest, stroked his bulging abs and traced my fingers on his lower abdomen where his v-line begins.

He made me sit on the edge of the bed before taking off his shirt and kneeling in front of me. The loud beating of my heart almost made me deaf when he took my hands and kissed each of them. The warmth of his lips sends shivers down my spine up to the smallest veins of my sanity.

"I'm sorry."

He said which made my eyebrows knitted in confusion. Why is he suddenly apologizing?

"I know I was a jerk the first time we met and I continued being a jerk after getting married. I was an asshole for treating you the way I did, for not listening to you, for insulting you and for making you cry. I'm sorry, Sophia. I'm sorry for hurting you."

I bit my lip as I continue to listen to him... or am I really listening? I don't know how to use my senses at the same time. My ears were on him... listening while my eyes were on his lips, watching its every move... and I gulped when he moistened them with his tongue.

I am here, sitting in front of him, but my mind is already in the land of dreams where I replace myself touching and caressing his toned muscles, broad shoulders and bulging abs...while I brush and caress his smooth hair... and kissing his soft red lips.

"I'm sorry if I chose to believe what Joseph said and made you cry that night. I wish I could turn back the time and press the button of our fate so I could meet you then and protect you from everything that happened."

I smiled and looked straight into his eyes but honestly, I don't know how long I will be able to control the urge not to pull and kiss him already. I took a deep breath as he continued. His peppermint breath fanning across my face and God knows how it tortures my insides.

He smiled but I'm not sure if he noticed that I am restless and I couldn't focus on what he says.

"Sophia---"

I rolled my eyes before pulling the back of his neck and snapped at him. "Argh! Forgodsake, Daniel, that's enough! It's in the past and I've already forgiven you!"

He was stunned by my actions, but his breathing hitched when I finally captured his lips and kissed him impatiently. I made sure to tease him by biting his lower lip and desperately inserted my tongue into his mouth.

And once again, I don't have to say a word to let him know what I think, what I feel and most of all... what I want. He granted my silent wish and kissed me as desperately as I am.

We made love for the second time that night... then followed the third, the fourth, until both of us become exhausted... and until it occurred to me that this is not just a dream. This is reality. I am in his room, in his bed with my head on his arm, with his hand on my waist and lying next to his exhausted and snoring figure.

And a naughty smile formed in my lips as I watched him sleep. His lips were slightly open as he snored. Who would have thought that we could be as intimate as this? The arrogant billionaire finally fell into my arms... hmm... and not to mention my charm.

I closed my eyes and snuggled against his warm body. He pulled me closer that I can hear his heartbeat, but it only brought another smile to my lips as it became music to my ears.

Even though I felt exhausted that night, I managed to get up early... well at least thirty minutes before he woke up... and made breakfast for him.

"I'll be there for you 'till the earth stops turning, playing in your heart like love songs do. I'll be there for you like a candle burning, just believe it's true I'll be there for you..."

"Wow! It looked like someone had woken up on the right side of the bed...huh?"

I turned around biting my lip and saw Nanay Emily standing a few feet away from the counter. Her hands were placed on her chest with a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She caught me singing while dancing to invisible music.

Suddenly I felt the blush crawl all over my face, but I still managed to give her a smile... an awkward smile.

"How was your sleep, Anak?"

"Uhm...it's fine, Nanay Emily. I slept well."

An awkward question with an awkward answer.

"Good. Anyway, are you cooking breakfast for your husband?"

She asked and walked over to me. Although she didn't emphasize the last word, the grin on her face says it all.

"Uhm...yeah. I'm done with bacon and sausages, so now I'm making pancakes with maple syrup."

The mischievous grin never leaves her face when she nodded.

"What about you? What breakfast did you prepare for yourself?"

"Well, toast with chocolate syrup and two pieces of banana will do for me."

"And don't forget to drink milk. It's healthier than drinking juice." she said touching my belly which made my breath hitched in surprise. My gaze fell on her hand that flattened on my belly and then again on her face. "Just call me when you need me, Anak. Grandma Emily will be in the living room." She winked at me before disappearing from my sight.

I was left confused... dumbfounded... and speechless. What the hell? What did she mean by that? Grandma... as in grandmother? But I call her 'Nanay' and not grandma.

-'Whew! Isn't it weird!'-

Although her words left confusion in my head, I continued to make pancakes with my hips swaying left and right at the same time. Well, I didn't intend to impress and especially not to seduce my husband I didn't know standing in the doorway. He came freshly bathed five minutes after Nanay Emily left the kitchen, but since my concentration returned to the stove, I didn't notice him until his scent filled my nostrils. I was about to turn when two muscular arms sneaked around my waist and I felt his chest flattened on my back.

"What a morning it is, sweetheart." I giggled when he sniffed the back of my neck and bit my earlobe as it gave me a tingling sensation down to my core. "I know how good you are at dancing, but are you trying to seduce me?"

My eyes widened with his question. "Of course, not!"

"Ohh... I don't believe you." I gulped when his thumb started drawing circles on my belly. "Sweetheart, you don't have to do that because your vanilla-scented skin already driving me to the edge of my sanity." he added, his lips crawled on the blade of my shoulders and this ignited my senses.

But even though my body is currently aching for him and I'm just in a mere seconds before turning around, grab his face, kiss him and give in to his boiling touch... but I remembered that we are currently in the kitchen and someone might see us doing magic on the counter... especially Nanay Emily.

"Daniel, we are in the kitchen." I whispered and had to bite my lip to suppress my moan when he cupped my breasts. "Daniel Kelley!"

I gritted my teeth. I swear I can't handle it when Nanay Emily surprises us because it has no different than walking in shame. I patted his hands and slowly removed each of them, but guess what... he turned me to around much to my surprise and captured my lips in a rough yet sweet kiss.

I gasped as he placed his knee between my legs and pressed his growing erection on my belly.

I tried to push him. "Daniel, Nanay Emily is just in the living room."

"And so? What if she's in the living room? As if she had no idea that we're doing this at night and that I made you scream my name every second."