Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 190: Scene CXC

Waiting for her fluster to appear with mischievous entertainment, Aslak tasted his own edges in expectation... being surprised for even if embarrassed, honesty wished to continue to be told to her spouse.

"... I was..."

"..."

"I was wishing for it..."

*Gulp...*

"Yet having you the nearest... it will have to suffice for now my dear spouse..."

The slow trace her finger gave the bit of his neck she could glimpse at aided the lust in him only to burn stronger as Ewelina yearnfully sighed to her man. And the Archduke’s heartbeat froze at the last of her sincerity, yet resumed consciousness that his enthusiasm would not aid his wife on a coming day.

Nonetheless, the spouse took her to bed. Laying on it by her side and making her lay alongside him as she uselessly hesitated...

"Get closer." — Aslak said pulling Ewelina closer so her body would sink in his embrace. Touching her lovingly and inspired by her warmth. Diving his hand in the voluminous hair he admired with careful devotion. — "... This’ll have to suffice, Fatædi... right?"

"Yes..." — Embracing him, her nose faintly grazed the front length of his neck, cuddling to it, elated by his manly scent and reverberating shivers this love inundated her heart in. — "... Hence... do not let go, Aslak..."

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In the early morning, the woman forced herself to leave the man’s side.

Even if he was awake, she had trouble escaping his grasp for, undoubtedly selfish, Aslak resisted her wishes to rise... kissing her hungry... and unfairly.

"Ya said not to let go." — Frowning sceptic, he said between his teeth as her lower lip was bitten. — "Why ya have to go when’s still dark... I don’t like it, woman."

"Fh... Aslak, many preparations have to be done. A bath to begin with..."

"... You don’t smell."

"I am sweaty... it is not polite to not bath when we are to assist a royal feast..." — Bothered by how their skins stuck together because of the sweat a pacific night provoked, Ewelina’s expression showed trouble. For even if dirty... her spouse’s touch did not want to be lost.

"....."

"... Do allow me..."

"....."

The man’s silence was his only answer... and after almost fighting him...

“Goodness! Husband let go for now!” — She demanded, even between giggles at the grumpy man who groaned in opposition to her attempts to escape. And at her louder sound halted... to stare with judgemental amber.

“... For now.”

“... hahaha! Yes for now, my dear spouse~” — Tender and affectionate a kiss on his cheek was placed before escaping his eager demand for more, leaving him on his own at the mattress, from which he stared at Ewelina’s quick yet little steps to start getting ready.

“Why don’t you tell the servants to help you.” — Aslak intrigued told the woman who was preparing on her own. — “That’s what they’re here for.”

“Because there are things I can and would like to do by myself, husband~”

“... are you using things on your hair?” — As he saw the tranquil wife take out a few little pins and vast adornments for her crown, Aslak then inquired already sceptic, sitting up from his relaxed pose to peek better at the things she prepared.

“?... I was thinking of using them... these ones, like those I used at our wedding feast...”

“... Will your fur suffer? Will it be pulled or something??”

“... N-no... I was thinking to leave it loose...” — Comprehending his reticence at the idea, Ewelina answered. Moved by how much the spouse liked her fur so as to worry of its arrangement... which she had not forgotten. — “Husband likes it more when it’s loose, am I correct?”

“... Aie.” — Smiling relieved, Aslak’s legs crossed to sit more comfortably even as naked. Only covered by the thin sheet, so now he could simply watch her go around as they talked. — “Your fur’s unique, Fatædi. Everyone should see it.”

“It is not that unique... someone else must have it too...”

“You’re the first I’ve seen. And I’ve seen too many–...?? Oi, that’s the odd oil. Why you brought it.”

“?? What do you mean why? Women like using these... even I do.”

“Your lips are fine. I’ll suck on them if you want them redder.” — Decided on not to let her use the oil as he recalled her reasons for using it, Aslak stood ready to “aid” his wife. Also finding excuses to get Ewelina back into bed again. — “Here. I’ll help.”

“?!!? What- no! You are impossible! What kind of idea is that?!?” — Trying to evade him, Ewelina moved around placing herself behind furniture to escape his reach. — “It is simply a little! Stay away, sly man!”

“Tsk. I’m saying I’ll help.”

“You do not want to help! You want to simply kiss me and distract this wife from her tasks!”

“.....”

Holding onto the oils and powder, Ewelina stared at the still-frozen man who with a glare menaced leaning over the chair she was shielding herself from. Waiting response that would come with his return to the mattress and her upset retort.

“.... Tsk... Darn woman.”

“L-likwise! D-darn spouse! Inconsiderate!”

“-... Oi.”

"Gasp!"

His turn made her jolt, running quickly to the bath in refuge unaware he was amused instead of enraged. — “?! Oi! Ewelina, what was that just now?!”

“N-nothing!” — From behind the door, she answered. Red from bewilderment as it was her first time calling him such. — “I am bathing now, do not intrude!”

“... haaah fuck... darn woman...”

Gripping the back of the chair as he went back, Aslak smirked charmed by her sudden outburst. Noticing how there was no more darkness reigning the sky and the day was arriving.

Anticipation was already inundating his chest for not only had he been able to sleep with the woman his soul was devoted to, but only grown more anxious of telling what with every kiss he prepared for.

“... after the feast... She’ll call me Fatæ.” — He smiled widely, licking his lips at the idea of the affection they were to show after.