Once again, Neriah was completely naked, her dress had been ripped from her body at so point and once again, there was no coercion. All that had passed between them was undeniable and incontestable goading from his part and unquestionable—if not absolute—submission from her.
And only after they had done it yet again was she horrified by the fact that they did it in broad daylight! She felt like filth, like her dirty linen was spread outside without being washed, for the whole world to see.
And what angered her the most was that they had done it in the tub!! How she got into it she could not even begin to understand. She only realized she was in it when she felt the hardness of it... Not that it was in any way uncomfortable.
But still! What kind of animal did sothing like that in a tub?! Well a dragon, clearly.
Now she laid on the bed with the white silk sheets clinging to her form, cursing the man she had married. She had sworn it would never happen again. She had sworn she would not allow him touch her, more or less be intimate with her again and yet it wasn’t even up to twenty-four hours and she already gave in to him again.
She felt dirty! She felt cheap and disgusting for doing it with him again. He was making her hate herself and she hated him for it.
"How do you feel, huh?" His voice echoed throughout the room and Neriah’s eyes shot up and glared daggers at him. But then for a mont, her eyes raked his huge form against the bathroom door.
Standing in nothing but a robe wrapped around his body, loosely tied around his waist, leaving his entire chest and abs as a feast for sore eyes. A small towel in his hand ran through his dark hair and she noticed that it straightened up when touched by water, but it was quickly curling up again as he dried it.
"Tell , do you hate a little bit more?" He asked and dear goddess she wanted to slap the smug off his face. With not much of an option, she picked up the pillow next to her and viciously threw it at him, but it landed about a foot away from his feet.
"I take that as a yes." He chuckled. "You have not dried your hair yet, you will catch a cold." He moved from the door and walked toward her, "And besides, you are soaking the bed."
"You put here!!" She retorted as he sat on the bed next to her legs. After their ordeal in the bathroom, he had insisted on washing her and she was powerless then, so he did what he wanted and carried her back into the room and placed her upon the bed.
"True. Let dry it for you." He calmly said and brought the towel to her head, but she slapped his hand away allowing the towel to fall to the ground.
"Get your filthy hands away from !" She hissed. "You have no right to touch !" She scread.
"But I do. That is what being husband and wife ans. I can touch you as much as you can touch ." He shrugged.
"You cannot keep on doing this to !!" She wanted to cry but she held it back. "You cannot keep sleeping with !"
"But you are my wife. Who else would I sleep with if not you?"
"I do not know and I most certainly do not care! You can go to that best friend of yours and ram into her like the beast you are but just leave alone!"
"Why do you keep ntioning Reg?"
"I am not! I just want you to leave alone and stop touching !! I do not wish to sleep with you! You cannot just have whenever you please!"
"But that is the whole point of being married, my dear." He slid closer to her and placed his hand on the bed on both sides of her thigh. Golden eyes stared deeply into hers that were beautifully green. As green as srizing fireflies, and yet as bitter as the taste of lemon peel. He was intrigued by those eyes.
"The fact that I can have you whenever I please and you can have whenever and wherever you please." He leaned in closer to her face and he could see her lips trembling and lords he ached to kiss them again even though they were still swollen from his last assault.
"That is one of the sweet points of marriage. Rember that... And this afternoon after my rigorous training exercise, your petty anger was a great stimulant. It piqued my desire for you. So I took you."
Dear goddess, she hated him. She hated him to the core.
"Even when you know I hate it!!"
He breathed down, closed his eyes and opened them again, sitting up straight once again, "You do?" He asked and she could hear the mockery in his voice.
"You know how much I hate you! I hate you so of course I hate it when you touch ! I feel like I am being covered in mud everyti you touch !" She had to hold it in. She kept telling herself that she had to hold back those tears that choked her, but it was so hard because of the mocking gaze he had.
"I see..." He nodded.
"What do you see?! I am warning you, do not try to touch again or I shall very well just slit your throat whilst you sleep!" She threatened and he went silent for a while, then he dragged in a long breath and exhaled in an even longer motion.
"Alright." He shrugged.
"A_alright?" Neriah stuttered the words with her eyes opened wide. She hoped she was not hearing things.
"Alright I have heard you." He simply said and Neriah’s heart was already doing a silent victory laugh.
"Does that an you will not—"
"I said I have heard you, Riah... I heard you." He calmly stated and her cheeks flushed all of a sudden as he called her Riah. It was the na he had called all through their madness in the bathroom. He was a shaless dragon.
She could not understand why he continued to address her by the fake na she had given him on the night they t.
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