Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 147: Scene CXLVII

The sight of her smooth back made the man swallow, following her steps tame in mesmerization to answer what she wanted to know.

"About Jollveld... he said what he wanted... I told him what we found in our way and... well, he let out his real intention behind inviting us here."

"? What might that be?"

"... He wants to celebrate our marriage. Seems like being family makes it that way. A feast will be held so the kingdom’s nobles learn of you, fatædi."

"! Oh my... that is such a considerate thought His Majesty has... Did my husband show appreciation?"

"... It will be the day after tomorrow."

"... Goodness, wild man..." — Infering no appreciation was shown from her spouse to the King’s goodwill, Ewelina inquire on something he could answer. — "Does the idea of a feast unsettle you?"

"People here are different to ours. Last time I attended a feast of the North... Jollveld had to pay a few households since... Fatædi, do you like the idea?"

"You did not finish telling me what you did last time."

"..."

"... Is it better if I remain ignorant?"

"Fatædi will get mad."

"Oh, dear..." — Opening widely her eyes while searching for clothes, Ewelina’s gentle tone conveyed little concern, facing the man a step behind her to reassure his apprehensions. — "You must have been heavily provoked... Truthfully, I am inclined on assisting this feast."

"So you like the idea."

"... Not in its whole..." — Failing to find sight of her garments she stopped searching, wishing to finish their conversation. — "What I believe is... last time, my husband did not have a wife who would support him at what I assume you find a tedious event... Myrkzver’s Archduke is no longer on his own, I would like it for others to learn this."

"... Are you saying you’ll keep me in line, woman?"

"No." — Holding his glare as he loomed over her small figure, Ewelina did not flinch at his superficial threat... Continuing to look as youthfully endearing as she conveyed her true meanings. — "Who I am to keep in line is those ignorant nobles who provoke my partner."

"Hrm... is that so?"

"... I am taking a bath first, hungry spouse of mine." — Evadin the lips leaning for a graze, Ewelina slipped away from the hands ready to imprison her.

"I’ll join you."

"No. You better tell the lad outside to bring my garments back while I soak... Do you believe I do not know you hid it from me?"

"Haaa... just stay in the sheets, Ewelina."

"How come my mate is this mischievous? Do not follow me to the waters, selfish man... have my dresses brought so at least I can walk by your side in this palace." — Stopping the man that was following her into the bathroom, Ewelina’s hand that had laid on his chest paused after warning Aslak... Proceeding to stroke his trunk down, charmed by his elegance and embarrassed by comparing her current appearance against the spouse’s... Which incited a pure impulse from the wife. — "... Kiss me once."

"... Only once?"

"... After my bath is over many others I will grant."

Gingerly seductive her chin tilted so her lips would receive the graze requested... while innocence had made her ask for a sweet and brief affection... forgetting the forceful ways of a barbarian lord whose devotion to his mate was unconquerable by reason.

"Gasp!!?"

Delicate... was opposite to the grasp he took before a lovely Ewelina.

Taking hostage her voluptuous head caressing the wondrous curls of the wife as he lunged a devouring kiss, the man sucked on the freshly ripened lips, licking the inside of a delicate mouth whose tongue clumsily fought his thorough taste... meanwhile, his arm embraced her firmly, clutching her body against his so no fight would succeed... feeling the feminine flesh concealed under the sheet he crumbled under his hand to touch the curves that were soon to dive into water and caressing her every corner as he craved to do at that moment.

"nh– fh.. gh..." — Unsure of what to do, fluster assaulted her skin and reason, causing her hands to hesitate on holding the clean jaw of her spouse... and fall deeply into the intertwining moist Aslak forced out of Ewelina. — ’Oh love... why test my heart like this...’

Her body made the decision... and her arms tried to wrap around the man’s neck, desireful of the escalation their lovesome exchange would rise to. And yet...

"!?"

"Haa... go bath." — Licking the trace of moisture left on his edges, Aslak dropped Ewelina to push her into the bathroom, visibly heated and fierce, growling at her as frustration enraged him. — "I’ll get your dress... and we’ll do more than kissing later... Darn woman."

*Bang!*

"......! I am naked!" — Stupefied by the unexpected actions of her love, it took a moment for Ewelina to realise the sheet covering her had been stolen by the man after pushing her into the room of water.

Turning her back on the door, Ewelina covered her face out of shame, deciding to walk into the waters to excuse her heat... While on the other side, a frustrated man resisted the urge to hit the furniture and prevented the leave of a print of his outrage on it while his coat was opened roughly, hot and bothered... for he now had understood from his talk with the King that telling the reason for his search of a wife would help Ewelina to be cautious later.

"Fuck... Should’ve just killed that disgusting Doreta or whatever... sigh..." — Pacing towards the place he had concealed her garments, Aslak took a vault out from a roundabout corner, carrying it with ease to look through it; out of boredom and curiosity. — "Heh... wife should only wear the sheets of our mattress."

Skimming at the female’s attires, the archduke chuckled at the playful glares Ewelina sent during their reunion.

Then, recalling the touch he managed to gain of her body, the dress of dark shades was observed with blank stare, unconsciously lifting his hand to stroke the cleavage of the piece, lustful of the woman that was to wear it.

"Hurry up..." — The man mumbled, glancing at the door he had closed. Impatient for the woman on the other side soaking in the waters that had denied his company and view of her skin.

The silence coming from her whereabouts made him more solicitous of the wife, driving the Lord to pace its way and stand before the doors once more, grasping the frame of it... As if to make sure the woman would listen this time.

"Hurry up, Ewelina."