In the evening, Arwen had just walked out of the closet when she paused in her steps. Her gaze locked on the man who stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cuffs before moving to smooth his collar.
She wouldn't call him overly dressed, for he was just wearing what he usually did, yet sohow it felt different tonight. Clad in black and grey, Aiden looked dashingly handso —like one of those morally grey n she often read about in the novels. The kind whose re presence could shatter every ounce of self-control you thought you had.
Her heart thumped hard inside her chest as she stood frozen, forgetting even to blink for several seconds, Her trance only broke when his deep voice reached her ears.
"I guess you would need to wipe it off," he said casually.
She blinked, confusion flickering across her face as she glanced at him through the mirror. "Huh?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
"Your drool," Aiden replied, his tone laced with amusent. He gestured towards her face, his sharp eyes eting hers in the mirror. "You wouldn't want anyone else to see that, do you?"
Though she was still partly entranced by him, it took Arwen only a second to realize what he ant. Her face turned crimson with embarrassnt as she instinctively reached up to wipe near her lips, only to find her skin dry.
It hit her then —he was teasing her, again.
"You —" Arwen's eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him in the reflection.
Aiden raised his brows. "What? You weren't drooling?" he asked unapologetically. "Strange! Your expression just now felt like it was in awe looking at ."
Arwen's eyes narrowed further, the glint of a challenge glowing in her gaze. After a brief second, she spoke, her tone laced with defiance. "So what?"
She resud her walk, closing the distance between them without a hint of hesitation. Standing right in front of him, between his fra and the mirror, she tilted her chin defiantly. "So what if I am drooling over your looks?" She reached out to trace a finger on his jawline, her movent slow but deliberate.
"You are my husband," she said with tone firm and steady. "And I —only I —hold the rightful right to drool over you. Who told you to look like this tonight." Her voice softened slightly, teasing. "You know today, you look like the n I often fantasize about in my dreams."
Aiden's expression that was about to get on a smirk, shifted instantly. His gaze narrowed at her, sharp enough to pierce through her soul. "You fantasize about a man in your dreams?" he asked, clearly bothered.
Arwen noted that and shrugged the seriousness in his words intentionally, her expression casual. "Mhm-hm," she hud nodding, "I have been doing that for a long ti. And it's not 'a man', it's 'n'. You know, the ones I often read in the books." Her tone though sounding casual, her her eyes holding the hints of tease.
If he could tease her, she would also go to any length to give him the taste of his dicine.
She loved it when she saw the smirk disappearing from his expression. That only ant she succeeded. But what ca next made her breath hitch in response.
Aiden's hands shot out, gripping her waist as he effortlessly lifted her and set her down on the dresser behind her. "Dare to repeat that again?" he demanded, and Arwen swallowed at his commanding tone. It gave her the urge to submit to him.
She tried to shift back, to create so breathing space between them, but his held his arms firm around her, making it impossible for her to move. Instead, her attempter went against her because the mont she tried to move away, he pressed her further forward towards him.
"You can't escape , Moon," he warned. "So it would be better if instead to escaping, you focus on answering instead."
Arwen's heart raced, but when she saw into his eyes, courage filled her guts and she let go of struggles. Sitting there, she instead moved her hands to on his shoulders before letting it go around to wrap around his neck. "What answer do you want, husband? It's my dream, I barely have control over it. You can't bla having them. After all, those n the epito of sexuality, hard to ignore and most of the ti incomparable."
Aiden's depression darkened further. He had always known the kinds of book Arwen read. It always intrigued him to that how it felt reading those romance novels but today he knew what it might feel, if he read one.
Every ti he would read it, he would feel nothing, but pure jealousy. The thought of envying soone who don't even exist was insane, but this woman was sitting in front of him, defiantly stirring him up, held all the powers to make him go crazy.
"'Epito of sexuality', 'hard to ignore' and 'incomparable'," Aiden repeated, his deep voice dripping with an edge that made Arwen's breath hitch. Each term rolled off more dangerously that the last, leaving her unable to form any coherent response.
He leaned closer, hie eyes dark and piercing, locking onto hers like a predator zeroing on it's prey, "It seems, he murmured, his tone laced with unspoken intent. "I need to help you redefine those terms, Moon. After all, can't let my wife fantasize about anyone but ."
Before Arwen could process it, his one hand moved to the back of her neck, pressing her forward to capture her lips in a kiss that left nothing for argunt. It wasn't soft or tentative —it was a kiss intended to claim her, demanding every ounce of her attention.
It carried his jealousy, raw and primal, letting her know the kind of possessiveness he carries for her —only for her. He didn't just an to kiss her; he intended to consu her.
"Moon, no man —no n are allowed to touch you like this. Not even in your dream.
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