Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I took care of myself quickly, washing my body and hair with the same block of soap, and I was done. Turning off the shower, I stepped out, grabbing one of the towels to dry my face. It was then I noticed Freya was looking everywhere but at me.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“No, nothing is wrong.”
I also happened to notice she was trying and failing to hide her body behind her hands. There was no way she was going to be able to hide her sexy body from me.
“You can look. I am still your husband.”
“Come on, Victor, we don’t have that kind of relationship.”
“Yeah, but if you’re going to want children, we’re going to need to have that kind of relationship. I don’t want to finish in a cup and have some kind of doctor insert my semen inside you.”
This got her attention.
“What?”
“I know we’re going to try and make it as friends, and I agree with you, we should do this as friends, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“Our wedding night is not how it is between a man and a woman. I was a pig, okay? I ... didn’t want what was happening, and I just did my duty.”
“I don’t want to be a duty.”
“You’re not,” I said. “Not anymore.”
“Is this because of Ivan?” she asked.
“No, this is because you told Ivan you’d think about it, and you didn’t go straight for divorce. You had your out and you didn’t take it. I can’t promise you love, Freya, but I can promise you I will try and make you happy. Besides, Ivan will kick my ass now that he knows you’re his baby sister.”
This made her smile, a little.
I took a step toward her, then another and another, until I was right in front of her.
“I know this won’t be easy. Last night, you wanted to kiss me, and you did kiss me. How about now that you have no alcohol in your system, I kiss you?” I said.
Her eyes went wide, but she didn’t argue or tell me no. I did expect her to tell me to fuck off. She didn’t. I took that as the green light to kiss her.
I was not going to fuck this up. This was going to be a kiss to remember. Cupping her face, I tilted her head back just slightly so I could look into her big beautiful eyes. Like giant pools staring right back at me.
Her lips were so plump. I had already gotten her to brush her teeth, and then I closed the distance. I didn’t want her to think about what was going to happen. I was not going to push. We would go at Freya’s pace. I kissed her. At first, our lips just brushed together, a light contact, and then I deepened the kiss. Hearing her soft, subtle moan, I traced my tongue across her bottom lip, and she opened up, and this time I plunged inside and heard her moan turn to a groan. I wanted to make her toes curl and set her on fire with need.
Sinking one of my hands into the back of her head, I tightened my grip and slid my other hand down her body, drawing her in closer. We were flesh to flesh. I felt the mounds of her tits as they pressed against my chest. I didn’t hide my arousal from her either.
Damn, I wanted my wife. I craved her.
How the fuck did this happen?
But I had to make it right with her. I had to not fuck this up.
Never did I anticipate wanting my wife.
****
Freya
“Again!”
I hated my husband. It didn’t matter that he had kissed me just this morning in a way that made my toes curl. Nor did it matter that he had taken care of me, cooked me breakfast, and taken me for a nice long walk on the beach. He had been totally and completely dreamy. None of that mattered, because right now, I hated him.
I got to my feet, and I was panting.
My training had continued and The Butcher was doing the hand-to-hand combat, and getting my defensive skills working. Victor was going for the attack. I had to keep attacking him, which ended up with me on the ground and him holding me in some way. Usually, with him saying, “Now you’re dead.” I was getting tired of being the one that was dead.
He wanted me to attack him, only it was useless. I couldn’t get close to him. I had attempted to attack him up top, down below, and then went for his stomach. Nothing. I was no match for him.
This time, I charged at him, only I went down and wrapped my arms around one of his ankles. “I am not letting go,” I said.