Chapter 9
The cake came and it was her choice of taste, both inside and out. She still wonders how a man could love the scent of coconut and vanilla, as she always meets men who prefer strong forest scents, spicy menthol, and eucalyptus. But he is different - soft, just like the sponge cake he offered. To take a bite, he prefers to snuggle his nose in her crook, taking a deep breath and holding it until he tastes the cake she holds on her finger, even licking them too.
The blush that appeared on her cheeks was what he loved most, and he enjoyed witnessing it.
Caught in the flame of love, their desire danced with a strong lust for each other. Not wanting to wait any longer, they headed to their room upstairs.
I might have forgotten to mention that the wedding party was being held in his mansion.
According to tradition, he took her in his arms just as they entered the corridor. Her heart was beating faster than his, which was calmed.
She kept her hand on his chest, hoping that his heartbeat would change. But nothing happened.
He put her feet back on the ground and closed the door. The darkness had taken away all the colors from the room, with only the light from the party radiating inside. For a moment, she felt lonely as he wasn't there. She felt like she was all alone, and from any dark corner, a shadow could emerge to take her soul. Now, she was doubting everything. Now, she was afraid of everything.
"This is the darkness you're used to. A darkness full of doubt that causes you pain. But you love the light, that's why you choose to walk in runways. As for me, I love the dark. I prefer to stay backstage and work with moonlight. You, on the other hand, prefer the sunlight.
We may be different, but somehow we found each other. It was fate, destiny, or maybe just a thread..."
" or perhaps even a contract marriage," she added sadly.
He reassured her, "I told you before that the contract meant nothing to me. We aren't bound by it." His whispered words sent chills down her spine and awakened her senses.
"I can't quite put it into words yet, but there's something between our hearts. You're the first woman who's ever been in this room. You're the first woman I've asked to be my baby machine," he confessed. "In all my experiences with women, I've never felt a connection like the one I have with you. Tonight, I'm happy because I married you and my heart is finally at peace." His words brought her peace as well. As his lips touched her shoulder blade, she froze in place, waiting for more. But nothing came, except for his breath on her ear as he whispered, "Close your eyes" and gently bit her earlobe.
"Mmm," she moaned, obeying and tightly closing her eyes. She could feel the light seeping through her eyelids.
"Now open them slowly," he whispered into her other ear, repeating the action and making her whimper. His hand circled her waist as he breathed in the scent of her hair.
She slowly welcomed the neon light invading her pupils, which became just a small black point in her celestial amber eyes.
When she saw her surroundings, she was amazed. Little could be said to express how astounded and bewildered she felt. Speechless, she moved from his embrace to look around. The lavender colors combined with the regal white created a perfect blending.
"I made this place to adapt to your choices, so you won't miss anything from your life there," he said, his tender voice reaching her ear and bringing her back from the dream she was living.
She never thought he could do something like this. All she ever wanted was to find someone who shared her choices and didn't try to change her like others had before.
She looked at him, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. His fingers caught it and brought them to his lips, before his tongue gently licked them away.
"Sweet tears are all I want for you, my love," he said, grabbing her chin and tilting her head to capture her lips.
After their breaths mingled and their lips parted, they leaned on each other's neck, panting, unable to continue the kiss.
"You forgot about the machine part," she said, struggling to breathe.
"Forget about that word, we both know it doesn't suit our relationship anymore. Tonight, you are my woman, my wife, my lover, and every moment until my last breath, I want to be on your lips, Sarahi."
His words caused her heart to soar like a Phoenix spreading its wings for the first time. With each beat, her heartbeat intensified tenfold. Placing her hand on his chest, she defied gravity and discovered a drum pounding inside of him. She lifted her head to meet his aquamarine eyes, reflecting the summer sky.
"My heart beats only for you, Sarahi," he gasped, not expecting his heart to race so fast.
She kissed his succulent lips, sucking and biting, while he held her waist so tightly that their clothes began to scorch their skin.
As they reluctantly broke apart, he looked sad. "Free me from this dress, Amor!" she commanded, and he quickly obeyed, unzipping her back. She swiftly removed it, revealing white undergarments that left nothing to the imagination.
He had finished putting off his upper clothes, but got stuck with the belt because his hands were shaking so much, as if it was his first time.
"Let me help you," she offered, and freed him from the belt. He immediately held her face in his hands. Her hands were still hanging on his belt.
"I'll take care of the rest, preciosa (precious)."
She gazed into his ocean eyes, which held her soul within their depths where the unknown still lingered.
She rose on her toes and tasted a sip of water from his wave-like lips. The flavor was unlike anything she had ever tasted before—it felt like kissing him from the very beginning.
There was no need for words between them. He was entranced by that indescribable feeling, which every fiber of his being recognized as something incredible.
He gently laid her down on the soft lavender mattress. She looked like a delicate flower that he didn't want to harm in any way. But what could he do? Her impatience and his own unrelenting desire, which he had managed to control for the past two weeks, were now overpowering him. He didn't want to hold back anymore; he wanted to claim her completely, just as she belonged to him. He hovered over her fragile body, and those amber eyes threatened to consume his soul in the eternal flame of passion.
His lips met hers, burning with desire, and she kissed him back, hoping to extinguish the flame that was only growing stronger between them. The thin fabric of her lingerie clung tightly to her body, making it difficult for him to remove but not impossible as tear them off. He looked at her naked form, his eyes widening with anticipation, but his heart sank when she covered herself, hiding what he had longed to possess.
He glanced around, searching for a robe, but found none. Then his gaze fell upon his belt, and a mischievous smirk crossed his face. He swiftly removed it and fashioned handcuffs out of it. Grabbing her hands, he secured them behind her back.
"What are you doing?" she panicked, attempting to free herself, but he gently cupped her chin.
"I'm punishing you for hiding yourself from me," he whispered, his voice husky.
"I wasn't hiding," she protested. "I just wanted you to not see my flaws. I didn't cover myself because of you..." Her flame of desire extinguished as memories of darkness flooded her mind. His predatory eyes delved deeper, discovering the scars that covered her body. From her breasts to her stomach, they were filled with countless tiny cuts. He parted her thighs, revealing burn marks where her self-harm had started. His eyes filled with tears as he couldn't help but feel her pain.
"You're disappointed that you married me now, aren't you? I'm sorry, my intention wasn't to deceive you. I just wanted to feel like a woman," she sobbed, her nails digging into her skin, but he gently removed them.
"The only skin you're going to peel tonight, and every night or day, will be mine, baby. Because my desire is to be with you, to bury myself here," he gently slapped her inner thigh, not too hard but enough to push her back onto the mattress.
"It's killing me, but until we get there, I will kiss and suck every scar on your body to remove the poison they still hold in your mind," he finished.
She wanted to say something, but when she saw him naked in all his glory, she fell silent, filling her mind with countless erotic passages she had read on her trips around the world, just like the way they had filled her lonely life.
His lips softly touched her skin at first, but then she realized what sucking and licking meant. He became addicted to her scent, which wasn't just lavender, but something more. He held her delicate blossom in his hands, and they fit perfectly together.
"Our babies are so lucky to have you as their mother because they will always be fully satisfied after drinking your milk. I'm dying to taste it myself, just like I love the taste of your skin." His words warmed her heart and she gratefully called out his name in pure bliss as he sucked on her delightful nipples. He was definitely in for a good time, snuggling his face in between them and seemingly unable to get enough pleasure from them.
"Amor, please go down! I need you there too," she yelled.
"But I want to play a bit more here. You have no idea how amazing you are, babe. Just so you know, I want you without that corset dress when you're at the office. By the way, I'm planning to merge our rooms so I can have your bosom on my face every time I have free time from work."
She smiled, her love for him reaching new heights.
"But you're right, tonight is your night, and I'm here to take your orders."
Reluctantly, he went down, leaving a trail of kisses to erase any ugly memories she may have had on her belly. When he reached her flower mound, he kissed along her bikini line, closed her thighs, and finally buried his face there, giving her all the pleasure she desired.
Let a kiss there than slowly open her thighs, see the glistening and smile because he did an awesome job, but still wasn't done. His tongue licked the burnt skin as he kissed his way down.
"You ready or not, I am proceeding with the breeding process, babe." He positioned himself at the gates and waited for her command.
Her hands were on his shoulders, holding on to him, trusting him. She nodded her head.
"I want to hear your voice," he whispered as he closed the distance between them.
"Oh gosh, your skin is so soft. I want to keep you pregnant every year because I am enjoying the process, and I don't want you to feel those cramps anymore." He caught a taste of her blossom skin between his teeth, savoring it.
"Amor Agustin Crawford, make me your woman now!" she commanded, her voice trembling as the man teased her.
"Cross your legs behind my back and peel off my skin, Sarahi, as I claim you." She obeyed once again, and he entered her. It felt a bit strange being so tight, especially when she didn't peel off his skin. Nonetheless, he continued, not realizing how much pain she was hiding with each thrust. Whenever he tried to pull away, she pulled him in for a kiss, and he loved it.
Continuing their back-and-forth, their scents mingled, their bodies intertwined, making it difficult to discern what belonged to him or her. Their souls merged as if from the beginning of time, finding each other in the vastness of the universe.
He descended from heaven and found her, tired from her long journey. But her eyes caught sight of the shining North Star outside the window, and he was a little jealous that it captured her attention instead.
He gently grabbed her chin and made her look at him, and she understood that he wanted her full attention.
"I was thanking him for listening to me and bringing you into my arms. Although you were quite annoying when we first met."
"Sorry about that, mi estrella!"
"I forgive you, mi cielo."
"Let's take a bath, wash away all the sweat, and start anew. Because I plan to be with you until the sun rises above the world." He playfully nibbled his way to her blossy, unaware that her heart froze upon hearing his words.
She could no longer hide her lower body from him.
With a deep sigh, she closes her eyes, fearing the consequences of her unspoken truth.
He gets up with a smile, assuming her shyness is the reason she won't look at him naked. But when his eyes land on her lower region, he sees it covered in blood and other fluids.
She desperately reaches for a part of the duvet to cover up, but he stops her.
"I need you to think about why this happened and why you kept it a secret. You have until I finish in the bathroom, because we need to use the bathtub instead of the shower." His words are filled with anger, and he avoids looking at her.
Crying, she covers herself, feeling perturbed and unsure of what to say to him.
He on the other side was trying to control his anger when all he cared about was turning the whole world upside down for being so clueless about her feelings. He couldn't give her the confidence to open up and talk about it.
The memories of her holding her fist to prevent herself from hurting him, even as he hurt her, began tearing him apart. As if all the pain she caused herself wasn't enough, now she found herself in this situation at her first time.
He quickly grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his torso, wiped away his tears, and filled the bathtub with warm water. Adding some lavender oil to help her relax, he took a deep breath and went to her.
But to his surprise, he found her crying, curled up in a ball on the floor. "Mi estrella, please don't cry. I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were inexperienced. If you had talked to me..."
"You never would have touched me. I know you must be disappointed in me because of this. I'm not an expert in bed like you probably wanted. Even though I've been a model, no man has ever shown genuine interest in me as a woman. They only wanted to be connected to the world of modeling. I am nothing. Now you might feel stuck with me, with a scarred body that has nothing to offer."
He was fuming and ready to explode like a volcano, but he held his anger as he knew she could never see him in such conditions when he becomes an uncontrollable beast.
He forcefully took the cover off her body and grabbed her waist, slipping his hand under her thighs to lift her up and guide her towards the bath. She settled down, still holding onto him, and stopped crying. However, something inside her warned her to be cautious. She was afraid, panicking at the thought of what he might do at any moment. She considered hiding her upper body, but he had already handcuffed her earlier. So, she placed her hands on her thighs, slightly away from where his hand was resting.
The warm water mixed with the scent of lavender helped to calm her mind, but she remained on alert for any sudden movements from him. He stared at her the entire time, and her body displayed signs of anxiety and fear, even though she wasn't doing anything to try and escape from him.
He placed his wet hand on her waist, causing chills to run down her skin as he pulled her closer to his body. She didn't protest, even when he smoothly spread her legs and let his fingers explore her intimate area. A whimper escaped her lips as his fingers adjusted inside her tight passage.
"Tomorrow, every part of your body will ache because you challenged me and yourself tonight. You believe that you're not attractive enough to captivate men's attention. Well, I will prove your statement wrong," he declared.
His statement caught her off guard. She had been expecting him to leave her and perhaps reconsider the marriage.
He cleaned her and offered a towel to dry herself, but she was staring at him and the consequences were down his toned abs. She quickly averted her gaze, but he grabbed her chin with one hand and, with the other, guided her hand to his manhood. She took a step back, not too far, as he pulled her against his body.
"Never do this again, or you will not like the outcome, princess. If I permit you to touch it, then you can. You are my wife, my woman. You are the only one who can touch me, as I don't need to remind you that you belong to me now."
Keeping her hand on his lower region, he smashed his lips onto hers, sucking on her lips while gripping her wet hair tightly.
She needed air, so her instincts compelled her to tighten her grip on his length. He immediately stopped, breathing heavily near her mouth.
"This is your way to stop me whenever I become harsh with you, and I will be harsh tonight, tomorrow, and every day, even when you are pregnant. Until you learn to say no, until you learn to speak up for yourself. Until you grow up and put me in my place, which is on your knees."
She was gasping for air, unable to respond or say anything. He was right about everything he said, but when he threatened nonstop sex, she was flabbergasted. Going from being untouched to being intimate every day was a big leap.
As she was grappling with her thoughts, she found herself lying on the mattress with the man with blue eyes hovering over her.
Her blossom was found under his mercy, but different from the start, this time he took his time to torture her. He enjoyed her impatience as he doubled their size by sucking them. When he met her wondering eyes, in exchange for his actions, they were calmed, showing something profound. He didn't like the gratefulness she had for him. It looked like she was blessing him for touching her even like this. He regretted looking at her reddish hickeys, and she wasn't responding like he wanted.
He turned her to face the pillow.
“You don't want to speak and ask for my behavior, then let's see if this will give you some sense.”
He slapped her left arse cheek.
He slapped her right.
Both were light, only making her gasp. But when the third came.
“Stop,” was her faint voice that pleased him.
“Good,” he expressed, turning her again.
“Learn to speak your mind because, Hermosa, I am not a mind reader. I can hurt you and not know until it's too late. This is your body, and you will tell me how to behave with it. I don't feel pain if I bite or suck you until I draw blood, but that would indicate I am an abusive husband. I am forcing you, and you have fear from it. Do you like it raw and rough here?” he touched her folds and her head went back.
“So sensitive, I like it,” he continued with teasing as he whispered in her ear, and she could see the wanting he possessed for her. Something feral, primal woke inside her as she grabbed his lips in a wild kiss.
He made sure to drive her crazy while discovering her sensuality.
Sheet crumpled with the combination of their fluids and the reddish color over them made him proud and guilty as he looked at them from her belly button where he had placed his head. After making love to her, he gave a lesson to every wall, spelling out his full name with her pleasure screams.
Looking up at his tired goddess who preferred to have him raw and rough between her thighs, he snaked his way over her valley to meet her sleepy face.
“You are an epitome of perfection, like a statue, but I will give voice to it. The more I discover about you, the more I want you to be happy, and the sole reason for that will be me.”
He kissed her, hugging her body, and in his mind, he asked her to forgive him for the pain she had gone through in her life.
She woke up in his arms, it was almost midday outside, but due to him standing on one side, she didn't get the sunlight. He looked at peace, and she inspected him to see if she had hurt him at all when he was a bit rougher, but there were just some scratches that weren't painful for the giant man who wanted her to paint his back in red.
“I am not proud that you could control your pain and didn't scratch my back as you should have.” He spoke, spooking her and causing her to hiccup at the start.
He found that terribly cute. She got lost in his smile, forgetting the hiccup, as she was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, willing to be burned. She caressed his cheek and took his lips in a delightful kiss.
“Good morning, my husband.”
“Good morning, my wife.” He whispered back, forgetting what he wanted to tell her.
“Whatever you said last night is true. I can handle pain and I don't want to provoke pain, but I will learn with you to say no to pain and cause you the sweetest scars, so you can brag about your feral wife, as I will brag about you wanting me like a madman.”
“I don't want you, I crave you Maya Sarahi.” He grabbed her low jaw, puking her lips out, but before he could eat her lips, she put her finger on his lips.
“Call me only Sarahi from now on. I want to be Sarahi from now on, as like Maya, I don't have pleasant memories.
“As you wish, Sarahi. Now let me have my morning kiss.”
“Catch me for that,” she said and ran away from the bed, making him chase her until he locked her in the bathroom under the shower, when the kiss was the start.
She came first from the steamy moment, clad in a warm robe, and removed her hair towel to let her wavy hair free. She noticed that her right wrist was empty, and then she spotted something at the foot of the bed. She bent over to pick up two red threads that were tangled together.
She smiled as memories flooded back...
"You're still not ready, Sarahi. I thought you had enough time in the shower," he said, snuggling his face into her neck and bringing her back from her thoughts.
Her own scent was ten times better than the lavender fragrance she had covered herself with before. His heart felt this way because only he had the right to experience her unique fragrance.
"Do you know the meaning of the red thread?" she asked casually.
"Nope, but I'm all ears to hear it from your divine mouth," he replied, burying his head in her neck and breathing her in, as if she were his oxygen.