(From Demetrius's Perspective)
The sight she offered was the best portrait anyone could ever imagine. I expected her to be beautiful, but not as much as to make me this impatient. It was her first time, so I was trying to hold back and take everything slowly. But at this rate of my restlessness, I had no idea how long I would manage to stay put.
I held her hand and took her nipple in my mouth while my other hand caressed the other one. Her laughter stopped abruptly and a purring sound escaped her mouth.
I swirled my tongue over the hard bud. She felt so delicate that I feared I might break her, but there were more things to do. I had been waiting for a long time after all.
"Seven years is no joke," I muttered without my knowledge. "Seven fucking years... I can't take it anymore."
"Seven?" she mumbled in surprise.
"Later. Think about it later, my wife," I said hoarsely and took my attention to her other lonely breast.
The number two of the wedding night. There is more to it that you'll see in the next chapter. I don't have much to say about this since you know... Anyway, have a nice life and stay alive. Love you all!