Chapter 4 #2
I contemplated it and shook my head at the end. "I'm sorry but I can't just yet. Don't worry, this won't be every day, just for right now." I turned to go finish up dinner when Onyx's next words gave me pause.
"You can sleep in the bed with me."
My heart felt as if it had done a full stop before picking up speed. "You mean?—"
"With clothes on," Onyx rushed out. "All you have to do is release me."
I shouldn't, but then I'd miss out on the chance to be in bed with him.
"We're married and husbands are supposed to sleep in the same bed, anyway, right?"
Yes, but Onyx had been adamant he wasn't ready yet.
"You want to, right?" He bit his bottom lip drawing it in. I wished instead that it was my flesh being chewed on.
"Of course." I was in bed in seconds. Onyx jumped back a bit, at least as much as the restraints would allow. Red droplets decorated the sheets, and I grimaced, completely forgetting the cut on my face in favor of taking Onyx up on his offer. "But are you ready?"
His ashen blue eyes looked away from me for a second. "Why wouldn't I be?" He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I won't run, so you can trust me." His thick brows lowered. "You do trust me, right?"
"Yes." I pulled the key from my back pocket and unlocked his ankles first. I expected him to kick me, but when he just pulled them up and under him, I moved forward.
His wrists were a little raw from rubbing against the tight metal of the cuffs.
I grimaced as I focused on releasing him.
The moment I did, I rubbed his hands and arms. "Does it hurt? "
"Do you care?"
"Of course." I bent over and pressed my lips against the abused flesh. A single second didn't pass before Onyx snatched his arm free. He rolled out of bed and was on the side of the room in the span of a breath.
I got out of the bed, wishing he'd come closer to me instead of running. And to think only a few days ago, he was stalking me.
Onyx's stomach growled, cutting the silence in the room.
"You're hungry. Good, I made food."
His cheeks filled with a deep red hue that traveled up his slender neck. It was another side of him that I eagerly filed into my memory. Just as fast as it had come, the blush was gone, and Onyx was back to glaring at me.
"Come on," I said as I headed out of the room.
If he took the chance to run, I'd catch him and carry him back again.
Then feed him. "Sit, I'll plate your food.
" I went over to the stove, giving my husband my back.
I could feel Onyx's gaze locked on me. It didn't feel so much like a caress but instead like needles driving into my flesh. It was hot as fuck.
I sat down next to him and waited on Onyx to eat. When the seconds ticked by, I realized I was being a horrible husband. I gathered some of the goulash on the utensil and blew on it before offering it to him.
“Je vais t'enfoncer cette cuillère dans l'?il et pisser dans le trou."
Onyx snatched the spoon from me, and instead, offered it to me.
My stomach flipped and I happily opened my mouth.
The food was warm as it hit my tongue. The taste was perfect, but really, what made it the best dish I'd ever made, was the fact that my husband wanted to feed it to me.
I wished I'd recorded the whole moment just so I could rub it in my family's face. Onyx was my dangerous, sweet husband.
He sat back, watching me intently, not picking up food to eat.
I went for the other spoon and he snatched my bowl away from me.
He scooped a spoonful of food and offered it to me with a challenge in his gaze.
The steam that rose from the food wasn't going to scare me away when my husband was willingly feeding me.
I didn't bother blowing it off, taking the steaming hot food into my mouth without pause. The sauce scolded my tongue and throat. My lips parted once I finished swallowing, waiting eagerly for Onyx to feed me more.
Instead of feeding me, Onyx took my bowl and started to eat. A groan that was pure magic slipped free of him, and I perked up.
"You like it."
"Shut up," Onyx muttered between bites.
My husband was eating my food so happily.
***
"Do you even know how to read?" Onyx asked as he eyed me wearily. His gaze traveled over to the door before back to me.
His hair was still damp from the shower. I'd brought only one pair of pajamas for him so he was wearing my oversized shirt. It rested just above his knees, making him look even more enticing. I vowed then and there to destroy any pajamas from here on out. Onyx would sleep in my shirts from now on.
"Yes, I don't do it often, but I found this book and find it really interesting." That wasn't necessarily a lie. I wasn't into reading, but I had caught Onyx flipping through it once at a bookstore while he was sipping coffee. I hadn't had the time to read it but now was better than never.
"Really? What other books by Morgan Aubert do you like?"
"She has more books?"
Onyx snorted. "He does have a few more out, although I've personally only read the publication in French, which is the one you have in your hand."
That explains why I was having a hard time. I knew I should’ve packed my French for Dummies book. To be fair, today was the first day I'd opened the book.
"êtes-vous un idiot ou faites-vous semblant de l'être ?
"The way the french rolled off his tongue sent tendrils down my spine that wrapped around my balls, coaxing more need into my body.
I had no clue what he said, but I never wanted him to stop.
I could see why French was the love language of the world.
"Embrasse-moi si tu me comprends."
"Don't stop, say something else." With each word out of his mouth, I grew more enticed.
Onyx shook his head. "Not happening, pervert.
" He made no move to get into the bed, and for a split second, I thought he'd run and the game of chase would start all over.
My husband walked slowly over toward the door, and I watched him intently.
He stood there for what felt like hours but was no more than a few extended seconds.
Onyx shut the door and turned the light off.
The bed dipped on the other side as he crawled in.
The moment he laid down, I pulled him close.
His body was stiff against mine but it didn't matter.
I wanted him as close as possible. Silence stretched between us, filling the room until it felt like we were in a bubble.
Still, I was unable or unwilling to pop it.
"What is that?" Onyx stiffened in my arms.
"Hmm?"
Onyx pulled away from me, and I snatched him right back against me until there wasn't a sliver of room between us. I covered most of his body. He was small and fragile-like against my bigger body.
"Did you bring a weapon to bed?"
I cracked open an eye thinking about his question. "My gun is locked away."
Silence filled the dark room, but I knew Onyx wasn't asleep. His breathing wasn't shallow enough, his body a little too stiff. I rubbed his hip, trying to ease some of the tension out of him as best as I could.
"Then you're hard?"
I stopped moving entirely before a groan slipped free. "Yes."
"Why?"
The question caught me off guard for a second. Onyx was a confident man using his brains, looks, and body to his advantage. "Why what?"
"Why are you hard?"
"Oh." That was an easy answer to give. "Because I'm pressed against you. But don't worry, we won't have to do anything right now." I snuggled back against him inhaling his scent. "I can keep holding back."
Although I was in pure agony, I could suffer for Onyx. I'd take on any pain, just as long as I got to keep him.