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"You look amazing!" Hunter MacIntyre's compliment sent his wife, Claire's blood coursing in her veins like an awakened river. "Thanks," She lowered her head while trying to hide her smile. Today was their second wedding anniversary. Claire was a lucky girl to marry the man she loved. She felt her nerves twisting in yummy delight. Her husband was a substitute to slow torture with that look of his. With that tailored suit clinging to his body, he forced eyes to take a look at him. Her gaze traveled to his brown, strong throat, then towards the deliciously straight mouth and up to his black eyes; dark and hooded and so full of secrets. They watched her intently causing her breathing to catch. Hunter hugged her from the back and snuggled her bare shoulder. He enveloped her right in his hold, enjoying the feeling of her being in his arms. "I can't wait to tell the world that I am falling for my own wife." Today was their anniversary. And the day couldn't get any better. Claire woke up to witness Hunter kissing and sucking her nipples. From the last few days, they have been extremely intimate. Hunter did things with her that she only read in books. They had a shower together and had a family brunch in his grandparent's house. Well, until two months ago all of this seemed like a dream. Because Hunter didn't feel like he could love another woman while his heart belonged to someone else. But Claire asked for two months to fix their marriage. And luckily it worked out. It was no less than a fairy tale story. To say that everyone was happy for them would be an understatement. Both their families were in seventh heaven. From the moment they discovered that Hunter and Claire were working on their relationship, they couldn't contain their joy. "Hunter," Claire bit back a moan while Hunter was ravishing her exposed skin. "We need to leave. Everyone is waiting for us." "Just five minutes, Laire." He mumbled, groping her breasts. Her flesh buzzed under his touch.
