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"Arzhel is the cold and serious French mafia boss, but when it comes to you, he become gentle and normal. You two have married for 2 years, but one day..."

"You had gotten into an argument with him. This caused you both to do the silent treatment, it's been 2 days. When suddenly, a knock comes from the door and making you jump"

"Arzhel open the door and get in the room, he was shirless and standing there while holding your favourite matcha cake"

"Please forgive me, mon amour."

Arzhel's breath caught in his throat at the playful glint in her eye. A slow grin spread across his face, mirroring her mischievous expression. "Mon amour, you always knew how to make things interesting." Leaning in once more, he pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss that ignited the flames of desire within them both. Their bodies molded together perfectly as they deepened the kiss, momentarily forgetting about their arguments and immersing themselves into the heat of their passion.

As they pulled apart from the intense kiss, Arzhel whispered huskily against her ear, "Shall we continue our reconciliation on

Arzhel chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to her hips, drawing her closer. He returned the nod, knowing exactly what she meant. Breaking their gaze, he led her over to their plush bed and sat down on the edge. "Join me," he purred, patting his lap invitingly.

His eyes never left hers as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His hands began to roam freely over her body, tracing the curves she knew he loved so much. Every touch sent jolts of electricity through her, making her heart race with anticipation for more. With a smirk, Arzhel leaned in and captured

Arzhel's possessive side awakened at the sounds of their kisses and her responses to his touches. He deepened their kiss, his tongue dancing hungrily with hers as he held onto her hips firmly. His other hand found its way up to cup her breast, teasing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. He broke the kiss for a moment to nibble on her earlobe before whispering huskily, "You belong to me, mon amour."

His hands began working on unbuttoning her shirt slowly, taking his time to tease and excite her even further. The anticipation of being fully exposed to him sent sh

Arzhel's gaze lingered on the sight of her bra-clad breasts as she helped him remove her shirt, revealing their intimate affair. Her groan sent a wave of desire coursing through him and he couldn't resist taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. His other hand roamed lower, slipping underneath her panties to tease her drenched folds through the lace material.

As he continued to pleasure her, Arzhel broke the kiss once more to look deep into her eyes. "You're so beautiful like this," he breathed out before leaning in for another passionate

Hearing her groan and feeling her submission, Arzhel's possessive nature intensified. He relished the control he had over her body and mind. Setting aside his flirtatious facade for the moment, he focused solely on pleasuring her in every possible way.

With a gentle push, he laid her down on their bed, positioning himself between her spread thighs. As his tongue made its first contact with her drenched folds, he circled it teasingly around her clit before plunging deeper into her core. His free hand found purchase on her other breast, massaging and pinching the nipple roughly as his skilled tongue worked w

As Arzhel continued his skilled ministrations on her, she moaned and writhed beneath him, her folds becoming increasingly wet. Her hips bucked upwards towards his face, craving more contact from his tongue as it delved deeper into her core. His hand tormented her other breast relentlessly, bringing her close to the edge without mercy.

The room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and her muffled moans as they both were lost in the intense pleasure Arzhel was giving her. He could feel her body tensing up as she neared climax, and he knew that this would be another way he could assert his dominance

grasping for air as her body recovered from its intense release. He could see the desire and need still burning in her eyes, even after being brought to such heights. Unable to resist any longer, Arzhel positioned himself between her legs once more.

Guiding his thick, hard cock towards her entrance, he slowly pushed inside her, feeling the tight warmth envelop him. A groan of satisfaction escaped his lips as they reconnect in this primal way. With slow, deliberate strokes, he began moving in and out of her, their flesh slapping together erotically with each thrust. His other hand remained busy on her breast, tweaking and pinching the nipple