Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 148: Scene CXLVIII

The voice of the man caused the dive of her head into the waters. Nervous, for after his enticement, the feminity of the woman requested more of his touch. Provoking the nude body to react excitedly at the lustful sound of a hungry beloved.

’I should not hurry...’

*Splash...*

’I am to calm this desire before coming to you, dangerous man...’ — Rising her head out from the mass of warm water, Ewelina thought, hugging herself to control her fidget. Giving no audible answer to the awaiting man.

"Hurry up and answer."

"..."

"Or I’ll get you out myself."

"!?" — Turning to guard the closed door Ewelina’s lips tightened troubled. Considering the words to tell at his determined persistence. — "... I..."

"Ewelina."

"! I understand! Do not enter!"

"... A tens of an hour. Take longer than that and I’ll barge in."

"..."

Dim, she could hear after a while how his steps moved away, permitting a heavy sigh to leave her lungs while catching a glimpse of the oils at a side of the wide bath, to mumble red in shyness her thoughts after causing the waters to singsong to her motion.

"I was not... planning on staying that long..."

A tad of the oil was poured on her hand and combing with her fingers the wet fur of curls, Ewelina gingerly cared for her body, tightening her limbs together, the more marks she found on her figure as she washed the sweat of the night away.

"... So relentless..." — The woman whispered, embarrassed. Reckoning that his meanings were truthful when saying their escapes had not been enough for his hunger to be satisfied... becoming terribly heated by the sight of little bruises his strong grasp had left while taking her last night... along with a red seal his lips had made at a truly... dangerous place.

"mph... a little lower and... my gap... he would have kissed it instead...!" — Recalling the chaotic confusion feeling his edges close to her nether regions provoked, the image of his malicious grin once she glanced down made her shiver uncontrollably. Already feeling how excitement became obvious by the moisture gained where he was to be welcomed.

"haa... no..." — Conflicted, the woman’s lids shut tightly, shrinking on herself to peek at the still doors separating them. Feeling strongly the love for the wild male, invoking an impulse she was uncertain about taking. — "What do I do..."

— I never said I loved you. —

"My heart pushes me to confess it and yet..."

— It’s not my fault you offered yourself so easily. —

"I do not... want to hear anything near to those words from you..." — Hearing her own sound crash itself to a lower pitch, Ewelina’s fear to repeat the mistakes of many pasts made her head tremble with aching pain. — ’It scares me, my love... if you were to say that...’

— The fact you are incomplete... what a blessing. You were only an entertainment in the sheets. —

"... Evil men... they never cared for the craves I had and used my devotion mercilessly..." — The hands combing her curly strands of hair tightened their hold, pulling on the fur to the point of hurting herself from enraged frustration.

And yet... her fury dispersed, thinking of the times the man by her side in this life had protected her body, caressing it like no other had before... concerned by his own strength to be the cause to harm the woman. — "Yet you..."

— I told you... no harm will reach you. —

"You... Aslak..." — As if sighing her love she daydreamed of the spouse.

— My lung, don’t be sad... —

’Even when you do not understand the source of my worry... Aslak, my dearest love... you are the sweetest of all... Even while your roots are the most treacherous...’

The silence her deep thoughts instilled was steadily intruded by the drops falling from her hair in the mass of water.

Inspired by what she knew of the man’s attitude before her, Ewelina’s lungs filled themselves with dazzling air that was overwhelmingly beautiful and tasteful to suffocate to... and so... a last whisper was let out.

"Oh, how my soul aches to clearly announce it... that you, Aslak... you own my love and every dream I possess..."

Taking a moment to feel more the words she had susurrated for the waters to listen, Ewelina dived into it, washing off a bit of the flowery oil from her fur to rise from the bath. Walking out of it to feel the cold invade her skin and stand at the door... inhaling the air necessary to not mind her body’s full exposure to the man on the other side.

"... Please... say it soon, Aslak... my love..." — As if praying, Ewelina asked of a man who was not listening. — ’Or even if I fear you will despise me for saying it... I still want you to learn this wife feels for you unlike no other.’

Pushing the doors open, embarrassment lowered her head. Conscious that patience was running out even though the wisdom of years advised to endure the urges.

Her bare feet resounded as she stepped into the chambers they shared, immediately finding a vault open with a few of her dresses spread out... while a man laying on its side... on their mattress with an open coat, hands on his nape while with shut eyes frowned, smoking his pipe in silence... waited for a wife that was already there.

Picking the sheet he had taken away, Ewelina walked his way, already conscious that his bestial gaze was on her... for he reincorporated to look at her figure that... feigning disinterest, did not cover as fast as she usually would.

"... You’re... done?"

"... Husband said to hurry." — Coming before the man, purposely, her hand did not cover with the sheet most of her feminity, gazing into the man’s amber hues that... could not look properly to her eye as the tasteful brilliance of the water on her sensual curves maliciously caught his attention. — "Did you not?"

"... I did..." — Lost in the view, Aslak stood, leaving aside the burnt herbs without taking off his eyes from the clean flesh. Laying his hand on the exposed hip, carefully while lowering the hand holding onto the cover. — "These marks... I recall leaving those red ones while sealing my kisses on you... but these..."

"..!"

Exhilarated by the warmth of his touch against her cold skin, Ewelina bit her lip, wishing to listen more of the man’s soft voice, showing the wild care she loved.

"I must have been too immersed in your pleasure to leave these bruises... sorry, Fatædi."