Chapter 363 - Six Months Apart (4)
What does he want to do?
What is the next step of my husband's torture? I just hope I won't be required to do anything because I'm already tired.
Also, being interrupted like this ruined my mood for good.
?Tell , who is that man whom you were talking with?? he asks. He blocks both my wrists on the mattress, firm about not conceding victory.
He'll keep still for the whole duration of his interrogation. Unless he decides to use torture to make confess.
?What are you referring to?? I murmur. I don't rember, really.
What is he talking about?
?Why were you holding arms with that man?? he asks, getting closer to my shoulder. He will bite , I'm sure.
No matter how I answer, he'll do what he wants. He just needs an excuse to sound less tyrannical.
?Wife, answer !?
?I don't know what you're talking about, Alexander. Is holding arms forbidden? Your employees don't let walk anywhere unless I'm helped. And I held arms with n even before you left, for goodness.?
?That's true,? he sighs. ?But I was blind to see that threat. I thought my presence was enough to keep my wife in check.?
?I behaved while you were away as well!?
?You did?? he murmurs. ?Prove it!?
How can I prove sothing I didn't do?
?Alexander, stop being an,? I moan, offering my lips in exchange for peace. Too bad he doesn't take the bait and moves his head away before I can kiss him.
?What about the painter??
?The painter??
?The one you talked about in your letter. You used three whole lines to praise him.?
?Ah??
I was just trying to convince Alexander to let the painter draw the portrait for the Lords' room.
Since Alexander paints as well, I thought it would be difficult to find soone suitable who will pass his scrutiny.
But the painter Martia sent is really so good! He knows his way with colours, and his works are all so dignified.
He managed to make that kid in the capital look threatening!
?What are you thinking about now?? Alexander says out of the blue. ?Or better: about whom? Is that painter again, isn't it??
Oh, but it's only because you ntioned it...
I pout and turn on the side, nestling on the bed and sighing helplessly. Alexander lets go imdiately, almost afraid he overdid it.
?I missed you so much,? I say. ?I spent more ti thinking about you... Fantasising about what to do when you ca back, and imagining our encounter tis and tis again. Yet, now that you're here, all you do is question . You doubt my words and my fidelity, Alexander.?
?Oh, no,? he moans, hugging . He drags under the sheets and cuddles for a while. ?I didn't want to do this.?
He's sad, sohow. Is it because his wicked plan failed?
?Have I ever done anything to make you doubt ? In two lives, in many, many years, have you seen a sign I might think of another man as I think of you??
?No, Thea, you're right. Yet I can't help but think... What if that man is better than ? What if he knows sothing I don't, or is more handso... What if you decide you like him more and leave here??
?We have a child together.?
?I still worry.?
?You're unbelievable! Why do you doubt yourself now? Why don't you act uncertain when you're planning to tie to the bed and all the rest??
?Because so risks are ant to be taken,? he answers simply. Just that.
?You're so difficult to take care of,? I complain while turning in the bed. I lean my head on his shoulder and wonder if asking him to take his clothes off would be excessive.
?Sorry.?
?No, you're not sorry. You would do this again if you needed it. What are you aiming at? And, why did you co here earlier than planned? The journey proceeded too fast??
?Not really. I would have been here yesterday if not for so obstacles on the way...?
?Oh!? I realise. ?You read about the painter and decided to co to check what's going on. You couldn't sit for two days and left early. You impatient and doubting husband. You don't trust !?
?But you're so naive, and n can be cunning.?
?You have the guts to say sothing like this? If I survived by your side, I grew so resistance to cunning n!?
?But one.?
?But one,? I concede. After all, to him, I still can't resist. ?Now take off your clothes. Or do sothing to make forgive you.?
?Why??
?Because you made angry. Tomorrow we'll need to be in the right mood to proceed with the plan, so get to work and make peace.?
?Peace? We didn't argue, Thea.?
?See? You're still on ti.?
I grin, making him realise I'm dead serious. He made do sothing as embarrassing as touching myself. Then he stopped just for the interrogation.
The least he can do now is finish the work with his own efforts.
?Be convincing,? I remind him.
He chuckles, shifting on top of and finally kissing my lips. Oh, it's been so long since the last ti I tasted him.
?Call my na, wife,? he murmurs before moving on my neck and chest, kissing every spot he knows makes tremble.
?Make call your na,? I rebuke. ?Don't be this needy if you can't uphold your part.?
?We'll see if you'll have enough voice to talk tomorrow.?
His lips reach my stomach and then my hips, while his head disappears under the blanket.
I clench the pillow and close my eyes, savouring these familiar feelings. I missed all of this.
It's been so long, yet Alexander didn't change a bit. He's exactly the sa as six months ago. Not a single wrinkle or white hair appeared on him.
Regarding , oh... I lost my fitness the mont he stopped embracing . I tried so hard to keep exercising, but walks are not enough for this kind of effort.
Thankfully, Alexander won't leave for so long again. And if he does, I'll be by his side.
His mouth reaches my inner thigh, and I groan when he bites the soft flesh. I know that the inner side of the thighs is soft. I touched it to find out.
I also realised that so of the places Alexander bites most often are soft. He must like to sink his teeth.
?Don't make your wife cry,? I complain, and he kisses my secret part with his usual, perfect technique.
Oh, I should really learn from him.
His beard scratches my skin when he turns his head, but it doesn't make want to stop. On the contrary, it makes pant louder.
We spent six months apart, sending letters to each other and dreaming about the day we would et again.
And now that we're together, it's as if we never parted. Everything is as it used to be. We love and cherish each other, just like the day Alexander left.
?My na,? he reminds after a good minute of silence.
His breath tickles my secret part, and his teeth nibble my thigh. His hands keep still, even though I wouldn't run away for anything in the world.
I arch my back when he hits a particularly good place, and I call him as he wished. I call his na over and over again, fulfilling his simple wish.
After all, he's earning it.
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