"Wow, love, you look so damn beautiful," he compliments, sitting while waiting for you to come out of the changing room.

With a subtle gesture of his fingers, he calls the waiter, whispering that he will buy a dozen of those short dresses in different colors, then handing his black card to them. His eyes smile, never leaving your figure, as well as the corners of his lips, enjoying the curves of your beautiful body.

"You like it?"

He nods, then stands up, "I bought you 12 different colors; you can wear them every night."

Diones hugs you from behind, placing his hands on your hips. His eyes observe your facial features in the mirror in front of both of you. He is so captivated by his petite wife and thinking of something explicit.

"Fuck. God, give me mercy,"

He sighs, his voice sounding like a whisper, gentle and low as he buries his face in your hair, restraining himself.