I'll Teach You, Marianne.

At first, Noah wanted to wait for his master to have lunch together, but because lunch time was too late and he felt bad for the guests, he finally asked Nicholas to take the guests to lunch first. Erick and Alice actually wanted to wait for Alan and Anne, but because they both felt bad after being forced by Noah, the couple could not help but relented and dined with Nicholas and the members of The Warriors.

Meanwhile, in her room, Anne was exhausted. She couldn't get away from Alan who constantly wanted her. Anne regretted her decision to ask Alan to sleep outside last night, because this afternoon Alan was really energetic and didn't want to finish the game, even though Anne had given up many times.

In a big bathtub filled with warm water, Anne laid on top of Alan's body. She was powerless after Alan used up her energy. Even though two of their three games a while ago Alan used his fingers and mouth to satisfy Anne, but still Anne couldn't help but respond to every touch given by her husband who was playing with her wet hair. She was annoyed because she couldn't refuse Alan. All her body cells reacted every time Alan touched her skin.

"You're getting naughty, baby," Alan said hoarsely, teasing Anne for the umpteenth time.

"Shut up, you perverted criminal!!" Anne shouted annoyed.

Alan chuckled. "But you like it, don't you?"

"Stop it, or I'll be angry!!" said Anne quickly. She didn't want to continue the conversation because she didn't want Alan to see her face that was hot right now.

Alan grabbed her body and sat her on his hard stomach. Even though they were in the bath tub, Anne still felt uncomfortable in her current position. Facing Alan without clothes in a tight space in an intense position made her whole body hot, her face flushed red and she looked even more beautiful.

"I love you, Anne," Alan said hoarsely with glazed eyes full of desire at Anne.

Anne didn't answer his words. She still felt uncomfortable sitting in that intense position right now. Because she did not respond to his words, Alan then grabbed her waist and lowered her towards his manhood to reunite with her again, but Anne who could read Alan's movements, immediately held her body and stopped right on Alan's lower stomach, almost where Alan wanted.

"Anne..."

"I love you too, Alan, but please stop, I'm so tired," Anne replied softly. Her breath was hard showing how tired she was right now. Anne was no longer protecting her breasts, her hands had been used to grip Alan's hands so as not to make them reunite again.

Seeing Anne's face that was already as red as a tomato, Alan smiled. He forgot that she was an inexperienced woman who still had zero experience in sex. For Alan, the more he was banned, the more he wanted to fondle her again, especially with the expression on Anne's face which was extraordinarily beautiful and ravishing. Damn! Alan really couldn't keep himself around Anne. Without saying much, Alan once again drained the warm water in the bathtub where they were currently in. After which, in a quick motion, Alan rejoined himself with Anne, who was still on top of him. Alan was in control of the game. Both of his hands were holding Anne's waist, moved her up and down to reach their mutual satisfaction. Anne, who was again forced to enjoy the love making with Alan, could only surrender. Her energy had run out even to just ask Alan to stop. She had given up and followed the hot game of her husband, who seemed never satisfied.

The handsome monster she once hated was really full of stamina!

Anne, who had no energy, was still lying on her husband's body. Her loud scream was heard again when she reached the top for the umpteenth time. Her breasts were still on his chest as the two of them held each other tightly.

"I'm tired..." Anne sighed softly.

"I know," Alan answered spontaneously, continued to stroke Anne's back. "Go to sleep now."

Anne smiled faintly with her eyes starting to close. "I'm not comfortable sleeping here, Alan."

"Okay, let's move to the bed."

Anne didn't respond to Alan's words. She could barely opened her eyes. Her energy was completely depleted after Alan touched her so many times, leaving her helpless. Completely naked, Alan carried her to the bed. Anne's head rested on his chest until Alan finally put Anne on the bed.

"I love you, Anne." Alan whispered again as he kissed the top of Anne's head.

After covering her naked body with a thick blanket, Alan then went back to the bathroom to take a shower after his almost 1 hour game in the bathroom with Anne. When he was closing his eyes, enjoying the cold drops of water from the shower, he suddenly saw a glimpse of the same shadow in the church as before, but this time the image was more vivid. There was a girl whose face was not visible, who was walking with a man towards the altar.

"That image again," Alan muttered under his breath as he opened his eyes. "It seems that I was too excited earlier that such images appeared again."

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he quickly ended his shower. He grabbed the shower handle to turn off the water and immediately took his bathrobe, then rushed out of the bathroom. When Alan came out of the bathroom, Anne was still fast asleep, and her breathing was more regular in the blanket that covered her.

"You're my breath, Anne, I'm sorry that I always make you tired," Alan said softly with sparkling eyes, looking at Anne's naturally red cheeks. After watching her sleep for a while, he then walked to the walk-in closet to get dressed. The large room contained his and Anne's clothes felt warm, this was because the air conditioner of the room had been adjusted in such a way as to maintain the quality of Alan's clothes which were lined up from end to end.

Even though he was only at home, he always paid attention to his appearance, especially since marrying Anne. He always wanted to look perfect in front of Anne, by wearing the best clothes designed by world famous fashion houses. Even some men's clothing designers always contacted Alan first whenever there were new fashion lines being released and immediately sent a set of their best clothes to the perfectionist man named Alan Knight Clarke.

The ten minutes that Alan spent in his walk-in closet were not wasted. His body was now well wrapped in clothing designed by the Givenchy fashion house. Perfect and elegant! Two words that were appropriate to judge Alan's current appearance. After making sure his appearance was perfect, Alan then immediately left the room and walked to the bed to reach for the wedding ring which he took off in the shower. He didn't want to take the risk of hurting Anne's body when he touched her while wearing the ring.

"Sleep, my princess, restore your energy. There are still many things I want to do with you when you wake up," Alan whispered softly as he made sure Anne slept comfortably.

After putting on his wedding ring, Alan rushed out of the room which had always been a pleasure to him ever since Anne's arrival. His footsteps were light as he walked down the stairs. His face also looked much fresher and happy this time. Indeed, Anne was the antidote to him.

When Alan arrived in the dining room, the dining table had been cleared up because the guests had finished their lunch. Seeing the young master came down from the second floor, Noah immediately approached him and asked what he wanted to have for lunch and casually Alan only asked for the best wine to be prepared.

"Take the wine to the living room. I'm going to have a pleasant conversation with my special guests."

"Yes, sir."

Alan then continued his footsteps towards the living room, where Nicholas was with Erick and his men. Alan was very curious about the presence of these unusual people. As soon as he realized the arrival of the master, Nicholas then turned and approached Alan in a swift motion. He was eager to show Erick how perfectly he served Alan.

"I'm sorry I kept you all waiting, gentlemen," Alan said in his typical baritone voice when he arrived in the living room.

To be continued