Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 161: Scene CLXI

‘Why do you not say you like it??? If only you could say that much, husband..... the next question I ask you may answer it properly...!’ — It was difficult for Ewelina to maintain a composed disposition. Therefore, the man would remain tame for the due time before trying to appease her strict essence with affectionate warmth again.

“... Fatædi?”

“Yes. What is it, husband?” — More focused on the food she was still eating, Ewelina responded to the man leaning over her shoulder. Not as rigid as at first... tensing up as his soft purr cuddled to the volume of her curly fur even as her tone was strict in sound.

“You’re still eating...?”

“I eat slower too.”

“It’s less than half I had...”

“... I will be done once my tea is brought.”

“......” — His silence remained even as he thought of the truth behind that tea she ignorantly enjoyed. And his wrap over her body tightened, sinking his nose on the neck of his gentle lung, guilty and bothered for he had been warned of the duty to inform the woman.

And yet...

“Let’s rest in bed after you finish.” — Aslak said instead. Troubled by the sensation fear instilled within him. For he was unsure of the outcome it would bring upon them... more uncertain now as painful tears had been seen falling from a desperate Ewelina, at a discussion of seemingly no importance.

"... Alright."

Only later, at her strong demand to be freed so a change of gowns would be possible, the wedded entered the mattress. Both on their own... with little to no candle lit to see as clear as the day granted sight, yet with an orange shadow of the one lit by Ewelina a few steps away... which with a nail stabbed in its length it would wake them tomorrow so as to not arrive late in the morning to the breakfast the King had invited them.

Both lying on the mattress... it was at their stillness that anxiety made Ewelina turn, showing her back to the man... whose amber gaze flared as he noticed her careful motion.

“...”

To the sight, Aslak observed blankly the figure of his wife, lowering one of the arms that were supporting his head, slowly turning to face the back of the woman... who to the light sound of his movement tightened her lids, nervous... for the man was as always unpredictable.

‘Fatædi’s fur... it’s longer... softer...’ — On his mind, Aslak appreciated while his fingers took and dived into the curls. Feeling the hair of the still woman as thoroughly as he has always liked. Meanwhile the woman...

‘Uhh... what is he doing...’ — She thought... lightly ticklish as the faint touch of a careful manly hand caressed her unique hair.

The man’s wish to sniff its essence noticed immediately the strength of the oils he had already found different to those in his homeland. Causing his fussiness to utter a dissatisfied mumble.

“... The oils won’t ruin wife’s real scent, right...?”

Concerned that his woman would lose her already delicious fragrance, Aslak’s expression frowned. Solely to become alert to the fuzzy sound coming from Ewelina, whose blushed visage was not visible as she faced the other way he was. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

“... I ignored... how concerned my spouse would become solely for my hair...”

“... wife’s fur is unique... no one has it...”

“... Indeed... no one does...” — ‘... no one who is not meant to live many times...’

“.....”

Listening attentively to the strong whiff of air leaving Ewelina as she agreed with his sayings, the hand of the man abandoned the wife’s fur. Slightly moving closer within the sheets, solely so this time his hand would drag her nearer, so her crown would support his chin while clasping her in a similar grasp to how he had Ewelina throughout the evening and dinner.

“!...?”

“You sound tired, Fatædi.”

Cuddling her, never bored of having Ewelina stuck to his skin... Aslak softly told in the stealth of their night. Sinking the greedy thick fingertips on the flesh covered by a selfish silk she wore to sleep. Affectionate.... Tranquil by the mere effect of her sound.

A moment to enjoy the rustiness of his manly voice as she knew Aslak was indulging in the serenity their ambience provided, was protected by Ewelina... who holding her breath to relish in the overwhelming loveliness her beastly and barbaric spouse demonstrated, fondly smiled... purring just as he would her honesty.

“Mm... yes, my dear spouse... I am indeed fatigued...”

“... You’re not sick, right?”

“mm~... I do not think so...”

The eyes of the man peeked at his own limb. That one Ewelina gladly stroked while conversing, half asleep by the lulling peace. Tightening his hold of the fated lung to inhale the enchanting air and ask something else he had noticed.

“This place’s mattress... the covers are thin unlike those at home.”

“Yes... at home... thick fur is there to cover...”

“... Fatædi...”

“... mm? Yes, husband...”

“You’re not cold, are ya?”

“...” — Slowly, Ewelina’s lids that were surrendering to the slumber opened to her spouse’s question. Provoking an inward giggle that caressed her everything with irrepressible enrapture for his inquiry was likely... because of the excuse she used that morning. So she could dress, guarding her figure from being exposed to the man she had clashed with and was helplessly trying to avoid as much yet as naturally as she could manage.

“... You said this room’s cold...”

“... it was...” — Finally, she replied, smiling pleased to caress the tough limb of her man warming her up. — “Yet it is not anymore... husband’s heat... it is truly warm in your arms, Aslak...”

The comfortable and smooth cuddle Ewelina gave the man even as it was her back that faced him produced a bubbling sensation in both. More so in the man whose delight was the wife’s ambrosial affection.

As if filled with pride, he also returned the groom her nose tried to gift. Even locking her feet with his as well as he could, rising slightly only to purr a soft kiss on her ear and cheek, that invoked the youthful giggle of the pure Ewelina. Warming further up the heart of the spouse... overjoyed to feel the precious lung’s skin and glee.

“... good Fatædi... now sleep... We’ll only sleep like this since you’re tired.”

"Mhm... How thoughtful of you..... dear... Good night."

*kiss*

"Good night, Fatædi..."

Entertained at how adorable his arrogant statement sounded while whispering it this nicely, Ewelina’s corners lifted widely. Moved and relieved to end such a day with this captivating exchange in somnolence.