Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 28: Scene XXVIII

It was well past midnight and silence reigned in the chamber the two had filled in their tangling presence.

His sweat had dried, cold on his skin. Yet the chill of the night was not enough for the man to cover under the warmth of their shared sheets. Unlike the woman beside him.

Cuddling to herself under the fur, her profile peeked outside. Peacefully resting in slumber with the bushy shine of her unique strands.

"....." — Aslak tilted to observe the Wife he had taken in silence. Truly intrigued by her essence. Ending fixated on the nicely shaped curls of her fur that brought his hand to wrap his finger in one of them.

’... This shape and shade... are rare...’ — He thought, interested in the feel of the strands in his hand.

"..... Although I am sure that’s not all of it." — The man mumbled, taking his hand away. Settling comfortably in their mattress to find rest as he recalled the behaviour of the woman during their night.

’She’s a rare woman...’

Shutting his lids, he intended to rest the tired eyes. Permitting night to grant sleep on the man until the sun was to conquer the skies.

*******

As she woke, Ewelina’s lungs inhaled profoundly. Sensing the light scent of tough flavour near her, unlike other mornings.

Tilting her head up, peeking from below the covers, the wide and buffed body of her spouse was traced by her brown gems, resting in leisure with frowning shut eyes.

"...!" — Shy at the manliness of his appearance, Ewelina averted her gaze from his countenance. Moved to find him laying next to her on the shared mattress as she had wished.

’... He’s... Obedient...’ — Ewelina conceived, knowing that her Husband followed her words on what she deemed permitted.

Her eyes were now looking down. Noticing that a great portion of his skin was uncovered by the covers warming her. Gifting sight of his burly limb, only hiding what, truthfully... The man had covered out of consideration.

"... such... toned body..."

Ewelina mumbled, impressed by the muscles the man possessed.

’It’s no wonder... He has such force...’ 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Thinking of the man’s impulse when gaining motion between her legs, she daydreamed of his feel. Sending her curious hand to touch the man’s torso that was proved to be tough yet smooth against her in the midst of interlacing their bodies.

"... Why are you touching me?"

"!... Uhm... Good morning, Husband."

Looking up again, she greeted the narrow-eyed man. Holding back her surprise at the sudden break of their quiet.

"... We are different."

"What... Gasp–!!?"

Glancing at her, Aslak had told without clarity. Causing confusion that was bluntly exploited by the unexpected dismissal of the fur covering them as he seated.

"Your body is soft. Mine is rough..... Hence it’s toned, woman. Unlike yours."

Ewelina had shrunk to cover with her limbs immediately. Wide-eyed. Bewildered by the wicked smirk he portrayed, so triumphant while pointing and pushing a knee she had lifted to conceal her nudity.

Yet his action... Was rewarded with similar wickedness.

"..."

Dropping her head in relaxation, lightly loosening her limbs, Ewelina stared silently for a moment at the confident man’s gaze, to then speak softly.

"Is that how you will greet me?"

"....."

Quiet he observed the endearing youth of the woman. How her chest lifted as she breathed, under the frail arm covering the peaks he had a glimpse of when lifting the cover and the nicely shaped legs... Bony knees he had unconsciously teased a moment ago.

"Good morning." — With a seemingly cold attitude, Aslak saluted the waiting woman, holding each other’s stare without wavering.

"... Did my touch wake you?"

"No. But... Why do it?"

"I... I wanted to... Did it upset you?"

"......" — Watching the eyes of a sorry woman he held his air for a moment pondering if that was the case, quickly knowing the answer and inquiring what actually concerned him.

"No. But, woman... Does that–"

"You can touch me."

"..."

"If you want to... You can touch me, Husband."

The expression of a convinced woman answering his question without saying it, had him remain quiet... To then extend his limb to lightly lower that knee covering her upper body, and caress it with his thumb to feel its smoothness, accepting her statement.

"... You answered before I asked."

"...... I am getting to know my spouse..." — Drowsy, Ewelina said as the hand of the man reached her thigh.

"Woman... Is it possible to–"

Knock knock. — Their door sounded. And the interruption made his hand squeeze the flesh of the woman in silence while a voice started to speak. Impulsing him to stand from their mattress, naked, to answer the main door that was knocked.

"Your Illustrious Grace, breakfast has been prepared. The Guests are to be served at the private dining. Are you going to join them–... today? Good morning–"

"Uth." — Interrupting the warden’s announcement, Aslak glared. Standing wide at the entrance.

"... I suggest you cover yourself, Master."

"Don’t knock on this door. It’s unpleasant."

"..... I will not do so in the future... Then, about breakfast..."

"Serve them their own shit. I don’t want to bother with that pair."

Bang!

"... Yes, Sire..." — Uth answered. Even though his Master had closed the door to his shared chambers.

Aslak had turned on his feet, displeased. And from his spot, he saw the woman, seating as she held the furs to her chest.

"... Why did you cover?"

"Uth was at the door..."

"I stood there so he wouldn’t see."

"... I know..."

"..."

Comfortable in his nudity, the man noticed how Ewelina avoided looking at him. Invoking the flame of his brutish mischief, aware that his wife was timid to watch for he almost felt the same when her skin was fully shown to him under the soft yellow of a sun that rarely illuminated with warmth these faraway Lands.

"Why do you avert your eyes?"

He commenced strolling her way. And pressured by nervousness, Ewelina attempted to mislead the conversation. Still reluctant to meet his eyes.

"..... Husband, telling your guests to eat shit is not nice."

Seeing her turn more of her back on him, Aslak pondered for a second, to then take a seat behind her... Making sure his weight made her conscious of his arrival and closeness.

"... We were talking about something else. Don’t change the subject."

"..."

"..."

Silence reigned while she felt conflicted.

Meanwhile, he simply waited, observing the line of her spine along the falling strands... And the bone of her shoulder, that asked to be touched with the enticing decoration of a tiny beauty mark.