Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 42: Scene XLII

Her fingers covered the edge of the cup once she had enough. Lowering it from her visage with graceful composure.

"Thank you, Husband."

Fluttering her lashes as her fingertip lightly wiped the rebel drop that almost fell from her mouth’s corner, Ewelina glimpsed with natural temptation at the pleased man. Following to grab a bite of the same bread he had eaten, soaking it in the same sauce he had soaked his.

Different from her spouse’s, her bite was smaller... yet just as appetizing as the oil painting her rosy lips.

"... Is it good?" — He asked, wishing to distract his wonder and thrill from her proper profile and attitude.

"Yes. It is tasteful. They... They must have taken their time kneading this bread from early morning..."

"That’s... The women in the kitchen would know such a thing."

"... Indeed." — Quiet she answered. Already aware that such would be the case as she had kneaded bread for her Mother’s Household before. — "The women at the Kitchen would know..."

"..."

It was clear to the man that her mood had lowered in energy. Nevertheless, he acted honouring his curiosity, taking possession of her chin in one-sided selfishness that wanted to cause more retort on her side.

"... Woman." — Aslak said to make her lift the lids to look into his eyes. And spoke after a pause to appreciate her brown eyes.

"You should lick those lips... Or I will. Don’t waste the oil."

Pressing his thumb on the lower flesh... he took a bit of what was on them, tasting its flavour arrogantly as the man also ordered. Moving slyly away from the woman, as if such seduction was common, to then continue to eat more of the food served for them.

"... yes.." — A modest response was told.

Shaken by his words, Ewelina barely managed to whisper in a bow her heed to the order, as more was said within her.

’... I do not know... what to think...’ — The woman reflected. Remaining in silence as they ate, licking the flesh he had wiped. Conflicted by the sensation of the lip he had traced in her taste.

"....."

’Will he truly... Stay in bare skin?’ — Nevertheless, peeking from the edge of her eye, Ewelina nibbled on more dough distracted and gaining more conflict by the prominence next to her.

’He... He wouldn’t... would he?... I do not think I can stay unfaced if he does not...’

The woman was sincerely troubled. For he was enticing her flesh’s cravings with the unmannered appearance he was imposing with indifference.

"... sigh..." — Bringing a mug to her mouth, Ewelina exhaled softly. Wishing to gulp down the numbing drink and excuse the summoned flush with drunkness.

"You drink well."

"... I am thirsty..."

Unable to meet his gaze she sipped another gulp. Ignoring how vivid hues came to stare at her fur, reaching it to tangle with his fingers as he placed aside his drink.

"..."

Only a strand to then hold many, eventually ignoring the fur to touch her hidden nape below it.

"... Husband. Your hands are dirty with food." — Evading humbly, she said.

"Does that matter? We will bathe later." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Bath?"

"That’s why. It’s useless to cover, woman. I will still see everything later." — Aslak smirked at her wide eyes that finally looked at him in surprise.

"I– I am not bathing with you."

"... I hadn’t thought of bathing together."

"!!...ah... That–... You said you would see..."

"I meant since I would go in after you..." — Inspecting her, the man then grinned, amusedly at the idea. — "We will do as you say. Wife. Together seems better."

"!! No, I wasn’t... I do not think that...th–that is..." — His hand going for her strands distracted her speech. Causing her to stutter bewildered by his unpredictable behaviour.

"What?"

The disinterested eyes that asked, froze her. Inciting new wishes to touch him.

"That... It is not... A bad idea...!!?!" — She resigned, lowering her eyes. Regretting it immediately at the sight of his manhood. — "Um! Husband! I-I can’t. I am troubled by your appearance!"

Blushing profusely she lifted to meet his snicker with a troubled expression. And aware of her fluster Aslak smiled at the stammering woman, leaning onto her visage. Led by the attraction her reactions invoked.

"I know. I do it on purpose." — He shamelessly announced, meeting her edges as a result of the lure.

"...*smooch*...huff... it troubles me..." — Entranced, Ewelina drifted in complying whisper. Allowing herself to be driven to kiss him who sucked on her flesh briefly to the tension of the approach.

"Mhm... *licks*... ’cause you want to ride me?"

"! I am not... Mmnph?!! Gasp..... Husband!"

Pulling away from the awoken woman, he went to the door after shutting her words with a forced pressing of her lips. Summoning the servant at the end of the corridor, ignoring his wife’s flustered call.

"Bring my tub to our shared chambers. Quick."

"Yes. Lord."

Closing the door he went to retrieve the pants he had forfeited last night and as he did, the frustrated Ewelina that continued to look away in shame, decided to escape at the realisation that Aslak was serious about sharing waters.

"Where are you going?"

"I– I do not feel comfortable."

"Why? What is it?"

"Husband is... Uh..." — Out of answer, she commenced unable to say her thoughts at the sight of his hand clasping her limb.

"You are not leaving." — Pulling so she would face him, Aslak informed his wife. — "I’ve covered. We will wait for the tub and soak together."

"....."

It was her inconsistency that frustrated the man. And Ewelina could feel it as his essence became bothered by the displeasure her thick silence had granted their space.

She had not foreseen such an outcome when euphoria invaded her at the shining gem in her door once she went back in spite to his inconsiderate behaviour. The delight the precious stone brought had quickly moved her to return from her private stances. Forgetting the danger of an unpredictable savage like her Husband.

’But... bathing together... Feels like further intimacy, Husband... I... I am embarrassed that it... That it delights me so...’ — Blush invaded her visage at the recognition of her trouble.

"..... Why are you this odd, woman?" — Seating on the mattress behind him, he continued to hold her limb to restrain her from escape.

"..." — She pondered in his words, conscious of his scowl that conveyed confusion.

The man before her, as savage as he was, had been patiently asking what he ignored. Willing to treat her as he deemed proper.

"Haaaa... Stop the absurdity. I have no patience." — Aslak then told the quiet Ewelina, causing her to bite her lip in regret to her hush as the man freed her limb to lay on their mattress, disinterested to receive any answer.

"..... shy..."

"? What?"

"... I am... shy, husband..."

"Heh. Why...?" — Seating again he became eager at her sight, taking Ewelina by the buttocks to pull her closer in teasing intent.

"!? Husband. I am serious about this...!"

"I am too."

Squeezing her flesh he reassured Ewelina as he looked upwards, resting his countenance on the silk over her stomach.

"Why are you shy... When we are wedded?"

"... I have not... known husband for long..." — The woman trembled to the massage he gave her back as his teeth tried to nibble on the skin under her gown.

"fuhh... There isn’t much to know. Forget that bull, woman... And act fierce again."