Darryl waited until Xhemin's body relaxed and when she finally adjusted to his length, Darryl pulled gently and thrust again, repeating the whole routine quite a few times until Xhemin arched her back voluntarily and moaned with pleasure.

"Please…" Darryl heard her begged as her nails dug into his raw back "…more…please harder…"

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"Yes milady," Darryl responded to her call, loving the way Xhemin was demanding more of it. He gave him what she wanted by thrusting deeper, faster this time and heard Xhemin's breathing synchronizing with his thrust as if everything depends on it.

Darryl loved the feel of his wife squeezing him, her whispers were arousing him even more and when she lifted both her legs to wrap around him, taking him deeper inside, Darryl knew she was close. He put more force to his thrust and felt Xhemin's body going with it desperately until she climaxed. She cried out his name and tightened around him as she reached wonderland and he was there with him, finding his own release. His hotness was filling her in and the feeling of it was all too wonderful and amazing to describe.

Xhemin felt as if her body was on fire, flowing and melting while her mind was floating in sea pleasure. Her face was buried under Darryl's neck and her hands on the latter's shoulder, clutched deep on his skin as if she was reliant on him for strength.

All too satisfied and a bit exhausted, she dragged her body away from him as she lay back on the table. She drifted back slowly to consciousness and found herself staring at the ceiling contemplating the things that just happened and everything that had passed between them came flooding back to her, right there, as Darryl who just recovered from his own pleasure slowly pulled his manhood dug deep in her.

Xhemin curled herself emotionally on the table, now biting her own fingers as her body suddenly felt the coldness in the room. Their unbridled passion toward each other had brought so many chaos and tragedies that made their love too outrageous, selfish and dangerous yet despite all of this, their love was also something that remains too hard to regret. Xhemin, knowing how much she loved him still, swallowed a lump of painful emotion because she was by far too aware that such feeling was nothing but a great sin.

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"Are you okay?" Darryl's husky voice pulled her thoughts back to him.

Xhemin slowly nod her head, refusing to meet his eyes. She then felt his warm hands slowly rubbing her back, sweeping all her worries away.

"Look at me," Darryl told, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

Xhemin held a deep long sigh before she moved to look at him. She was still lying naked on the table while Darryl was standing, bending slightly to meet her pair of dark deep eyes.

For a while they looked at each other, trying to see through each other's thoughts and settled on another kiss after a little while. It was a gentle kiss Darryl initiated as it seemed that he couldn't get enough of her.

It wasn't long till that kiss intensified and Darryl started touching her again. Xhemin just closed her eyes and succumb to the temptation again. There was no point of protesting as she had already surrendered and she meant to savour as much as she can knowing things might not last even how much they both wanted it.

What occurred next came as a revelation to Xhemin as she never expected she would want him again so quickly after satisfaction and this time her need was more desperate and seeking than their first union. Their next lovemaking was a bit wild, rougher, more uncontrolled, bolder.

Darryl had her rolled back so that her two mounds were pressed on the table and her bare back was all that her husband was feasting on. Darryl kissed her from the earlobe, down to her neck, her bare back and down, tracing her spine. Xhemin's body arched in pleasure in the rawness of Darryl's touch and kisses while Darryl was all hard and wanted to be inside her again. Just in a moment, his hands were on hips, holding her tight while he rammed inside her again with force and definite pleasure.

Xhemin started moaning again as Darryl thrust deeper and deeper, harder than he ever could and soon, faster. Xhemin held into the edge of the table as Darryl was on her back, giving her wild pleasures she longed for many nights and days. He could hear Darryl's own breathing and she loved all of it, even the way he was calling her name as he was in deep sexual haze.

Quick piercing stabs jarred Xhemin's body as she moved with Darryl's rhythm, trying to reach the peak of wonderland he wanted to give her and when they reach the end, something inside Xhemin spurted and exploded that gave her wave after wave of sensation. Darryl hold still, wanting to make it last as much as he could and when the pleasure subsided, they were both spent.

Darryl fell back on the table beside her and they both stared at the ceiling for minutes, trying to catch their breath.

"Do you want to eat?" Darryl asked as soon as he recovered.

"I'm soo full," Xhemin answered very exhausted. She was not in the mood for any eating right then and just wanted to go to bed immediately.

"Did I make you full?" Darryl couldn't help but tease her as he caressed her bare stomach.

"Stop it," Xhemin pushed his hands away to dismiss his silliness and Darryl only grinned at her response. However, he saw how exhausted she was so instead of teasing further, he moved to carry his wife back to the bedroom and tucked her to bed carefully. It wasn't long till he joined her and fell into a deep slumber.