My Hottest Man's
Chapter 63: My Extreme Husband

"Bellov! Bellova! Wake up! You need to eat."

The faint voice of Raymundo Alvaro echoed in the dream room. Bellova's moving a little.

"Wake up!" raymundo said again. Bellova felt Raymundo's hand touch the nape and tried to wake her up.

"I'm so tired and sleepy" Bellova said.

"Open your mouth for a minute."

Bellova stayed by her husband's side all night and the barrage of days in which she lost her sleepiness left her wanting to sleep. Especially the love of candy but managed to suck all his energy.

Bellova's body was lifted into a sitting position. Bellova scratched her head on the side of her husband's body.

"I want to sleep."

"You need to eat."

"No, I want to sleep."

Bellova felt Raymundo's hands move in her head. He was repeatedly beaten.

Neck, nape, ears. Bellova held amusedly.

"I'm really sleepy, sir! It's all your fault. You tease me early in the morning."

"Alright, sleep! I'll take care of you!"

"Don't leave until I wake up!"

"All right."

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Bellova's eyes wanted to open when the sunlight touched her face. Warm up. Drowsiness blindly gripped him, he was stuck in the dream world. Again. He was never satisfied with sleep.

The lips then softly sucked. Bellova smile. It has been as perfect as hortensia at the height of the flowering season.

Bellova enjoys passionate love, being near her husband is so great. I don't know how many times, Bellova thanked me.

Like a baby cat looking for comfort, Bellova roll with pleasure, she can not express happiness, can not be poured in words.

Is it possible because he is in love? Bellova was just struggling with Raymundo, ignoring the constant bouts of anxiety within her. There were many alarms of danger signs, but Bellova was busy being stunned at the current thrilling situation.

"I love you" whispered Bellova, with a smile widening as her lips were touched again.

Why so weird? As if he was at the center of the storm, normal speech was not enough even for his own hearing.

"I love you ...," Bellova said again. This time the sound really sank. The roar of the waves sounded too real. It was as if he was on the surface of the ocean. Bellova's spies narrowed slightly, she suspected.

Why is the sky cloudy? Did Raymundo Alvaro carry him to the grass, enjoying the fresh air? Will they spend the night in tents like camping and making babies? Bellova. The nerve endings were even shamelessly having deflated flowers as well as tingling. He has a wonderful memory of that night. The more he thought the more excited he was.

Bellova was curious, eyes opened. First, only the sky was vast as far as he turned his head. Then, the beautiful body of her husband.

Holding onto herself, Bellova was still wrapped in the same blanket after an incredible romance had flared up this morning.

Oho ..., but ..., what is this? Why is the wind so strong here? Swinging bed.

Where are they?

What is her husband trying to do?

Bellova was wide-eyed, drowsiness instantly perished. His hands hugged Raymond. Peering from Raymundo's armpit crevice was overcome with horror. Reassure yourself, face down and raise your head slowly.

His blood slid rapidly into his ankles, even he stopped breathing as if a single breath could make him float freely to the bottom of the ocean.

"A ... pa i .. ni, sir?" Bellova. He was suddenly dizzy, nauseous and wanted to vomit. His heart was racing very fast.

How not?

They were at the end of the cliff, above the ocean, lying on a knitted rope resembling a swing bed. Not wanting to know where the knots of the rope support each other, Bellova did not dare to imagine anything including how the man created the crazy idea in a few hours.

"It's okay, I am fine," entertained Bellova. She needs to date, matching her husband's habits despite the trembling.

Try to control yourself, the crackling of water hit the cliff wall, still managed to shrink the guts. I swear to God, this is scarier than death.

"Am I dreaming?"

There is no lawfulness.

"Raymundo Alvaro?! What the hell's going on? Can you tell me?"

How long did Bellova fall asleep to the point of not realizing she was carried and carried to bed, over the gaping mouth of death?

"Um, are you awake, Bellova?" ask Raymundo Alvaro to relax. "I still can't believe I'll be with you one day in this place."

Bellova returned to her original position, very careful, close herself, peek up, at Raymundo Alvaro. Without a top, a tanned body and an unusually mighty chest little more managed to be the antidote to Bellova's anxiety.

Using dark glasses, turning a little at Bellova and then back to the sky, Raymundo Alvaro then move one foot to the other. Until the bed came back. Bellova shudders. He screamed in fear.

"Don't move, please. Don't do this to me" cried Bellova.

Raymundo turned to Bellova. Caressing Bellova's panicked face tried to calm down.

"His words are strong, Bellova, enough to hold both of us together. Don't worry."

"I'm having a hard time breathing." Bellova was crying. He doesn't want to die yet.

Bellova imagined an extreme honeymoon between herself and Raymundo, now in progress, a pity that there was no expectation.

His imagination is limited .., climb a cliff with a lot of complete safety equipment and kiss in the middle of the cliff. Maybe .., instead of lying on a knitted bed between cliffs, the ocean never peacefully waits for their bodies down there. When this swing bed is released, it will end up torn apart by the air pressure and the rock chops on the cliff wall are just as hostile.

Raymundo take out the sunblock, open the bottle cap. Pull Bellova closer, remove Bellova's blanket. The man was not disturbed, seemed to enjoy the day as if he was basking on the white sand.

Oh, my God, this is crazy.

"Come, Bellova. You need this."

Bellova realized she was completely undressed under the covers, thousands of feet above the height.

Oh God. Save me!

Very fine, burly hands Raymundo apply lotion slowly on Bellova's neck. Without the cue Bellova.

"Can we go back?" bellova asked under her husband's lips. "The storm will probably happen."

"Let's enjoy a few more minutes. It's delightful. We're gonna make twins here, before the storm comes."

Raymundo's light answer made Bellova go awry.

"A ... Pa you mean? Ber ... love on the swing? I ... this?!"

"Yes" said Raymundo not to turn away from Bellova, remove the glasses. Bending for pag sensation**** on Bellova's lips.

"On top of this swing?" bellova asked in a daze.

Then she drowned because Raymundo Alvaro despite being her husband was still the strangest man. Bellova breathed air into the chest cavity. The bed was swinging to and fro when he was just taking a breath. What if her body is on top of her husband and they make love? Is it gonna be okay?

Oh myGod. This is really terrible.

"Yes. We need a different atmosphere."

"Sound Master!" Bellova held Raymundo's hand as it was about to touch the surface of her chest. "Bring me back! It's not funny, it's not romantic. Please, we can do something else."

"For example? You're barefoot, with sexy clothes swirling around in a hut?"

Many drama scenes revolved around Bellova's brain to provoke foreplay. Raymundo guessed one correctly.

"All couples do that. Tease their lover inside the bedroom." Raymundo spoke again.

"I don't like this" Bellova cut sharply.

"Belloa?! I don't expect you to find this romantic because I just want to share the fun in my world .., with you," Raymundo said.

"You're gonna love it."

"I'm not excited to see you even if you don't wear a single piece of cloth on your body, if, we're here because I'm afraid of falling to the bottom down there and dying uselessly. Oh please!" whinek Bellova quickly hugged Raymundo's arm and closed her eyes tightly.

"Related?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You're not really interested in me even though I don't have a cloth to cover my body."

Bellova's eyes were rounded. "We can try something else. Not fuck up here and maybe die before we make a baby."

Moreover, they might not be found if they die down there.

"What are you afraid of, this bed is very sturdy." Raymundo kicked his leg with all his might to convince Bellova, unfortunately, the actions of the bars frightened Bellova. The poor woman screamed.

"I'm scared! I'm afraid! Really, this is terrible. Please, let's go to the tent or something, not here. My heart almost exploded."

"Don't look down at Bellova, just look at me!" rayu Raymundo did not lose his mind. "If you look down you'll be scared."

Bellova's embrace and persuasion succeeded in making Bellova look at Raymundo Alvaro, on the black eyes are always cold and flat, now burning desire to him.

Without a shave, the beard darkens along the jaw. Her husband's cool face was increasingly observed more interesting until Bellova groaned because she could not ignore the allure.

When Raymundo touched her, Bellova momentarily forgot fear. Replying to the kiss while circling his hands on Raymundo's neck.

The blanket unfolded, the body smooth and each curve so dazzling under the golden yellow light of the sun.

Raymundo fingers do not need permission, walking in the chest gap to the stomach. No pause for a kiss is too jarring to ignore. The lotion feels cold on the surface of the skin and Bellova brushes. The breath began to hunt.

Raymundo helped Bellova, slowly creeping over her body.

"You're gonna love this. The wind will soon leave and you will be friends with the ocean."

"Why do you like something weird?"

"Do you think this is weird?" raymundo asked that he liked the braids he made for Bellova's hair, although he could not call them braids.

"Yes." Yeah."

"I don't know. It just makes me peaceful."

"What are you thinking?" bellova asked to dive deeper.

Raymundo grabbed Bellova, removed some hair on Bellova's cheek.

"Nothing."

"At least something flashed in your brain."

"When you're not around, I think of you. But, you're here, I don't have any thoughts."

Bellova lay on the chest of Raymundo Alvaro, it was not a flutter but Bellova had flowered. Her hands down her husband's sturdy arms to the man's fingers, hook their fingers together.

"Lucio Vargas is going to propose to Belliza this week."

Bellova smiled broadly at the news that Raymundo had brought, peeping into Raymundo's body.

"It's perfect. Belliza and Lucio are perfect for Cheryl."

Bellova hopes Oskan Devano doesn't ruin her brother's happiness.

"Are you and I not perfect enough for Cheryl?"

"Not so, Cheryl would be happy to have three daddies."

"They'll go to Flores and we'll come along. I made a promise to your father and Belliza."

Their eyes meet.

"You have Miradoura and me, Mr. Alvaro."

Raymundo smiled a little, remembering how things started between him and Bellova.

"I almost lost you."

"You married me, sir. I don't go easy just because you ignore me."

I don't know how many times they kissed. Raymundo rubbed Bellova's back with sun block lotion. The sun is not bright, but the sting is quite dangerous.

"Although I'd very much like to build a house with you in Miradoura, I beg ..., stay with my mother for a while."

Raymundo's eyes shone softly. Bellova couldn't stand it, she kissed her husband's eyes.

"I want to say the same thing."

The wind was blowing pretty hard. The bed back swings.

"Can we move out of here?" bellova hugged her husband tightly. The wind suddenly wanted to fly it.

"You're starting to relax."

"Wind me to be afraid." Bellova squeezed, immediately frightened again.

Raymonddave***. They can spark fires and blow coals of desire, but Bellova is distracted and dislikes this idea.

"Alright," answered Raymond relented. "Do you want me to go there?" raymundo nods at the side of the cliff, the way for them to return home.

Follow her husband's lead, Bellova is back dizzy. Unexciting sweat dripped from both hands as well as his entire body pores.

"I may be a phobia of heights because I feel like fainting."

"I'll take you back!"

Bellova bristled over what would happen if Raymundo Alvaro miscalculated and slipped.

Raymundo was just about to get up and carry her as the man said, but Bellova was too scared.

"Are we going to be okay?"

"Trust me, Bellova! Just close your eyes!"

Bellova close her eyes follow Raymundo's advice, not daring to peek even a little. Let his body be carried by Raymundo on one of the man's shoulders and out of the swing net.

"Can I go down now?"

"No, Bellova. Just close your eyes."

Walking through the grasslands to the lodge, Raymundo seriously thought of a way to flatter Bellova.

Does he need to ask Queena, something romantic for Bellova? Queena is very good at that. Could it be a campfire? What if he makes a campfire and cooks for Bellova. Bellova's body lost weight.

"Your body is light like a boxing pillow in my room, Bellova!"

"I am sad because I want you. I threatened Raphael yesterday morning, would go on a hunger strike if he didn't bring me home to you."

What about Raphael Bourne?!

Raymundo. Axel Anthony is doing something right now. Raphael is clever, it must be admitted. They repeatedly escaped Death thanks to BM's genius.

However, Axel Anthony does not like to be bullied and mastered, he is also not someone who easily compromises. Raymundo believes Axel Anthony is working to send Raphael to him. Axel may be duplicating the way BM brought him to Iceland.

Raymundo loved his shoes. So, Raphael Bourne will take the thing back from the cliff-side for him. Thinking about it, made Raymundo grin with pleasure.

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Some Chapters are Bon-Chap for My Hottest Man. If I keep writing their stories then I'm sure, it'll end up being bad for Bell-Ray.

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