chapter 25
Iselyn
That day was the best day. Because after that, the internet only got uglier.
It’s been a full two weeks now, and only recently have things started to fade.
Avi has developed a thicker skin too. Wen and I now make jokes about people’s comments in front of her, and she has started to get her smile back.
It’s easy to say don’t give a damn about people, but it’s much harder to actually do, especially when you’ve never had any practice with it.
I’m sure she can deal with anyone saying anything now.
With just an eye roll, she moves past it.
People change quickly when they’re burdened with too much all at once.
Wen and I have spent almost every hour with her over the past two weeks.
Matleon was busy with Zo, dealing with the people talking shit.
We barely talked during this time, we only slept in the same bed together.
Or, to be precise, I slept all over him.
I even found myself lying completely on top of him many nights.
I still can’t understand how I was comfortable sleeping on top of that pile of hard muscles.
This morning, Avi and Zo left for a trip to Iceland.
It’s meant to change the scenery and lift Avi’s mood.
Now it’s just Wen and me. Matleon has already left for the office.
I worked in my lab the whole morning and afternoon, and now I’m cooking.
I gave our chef a half-day leave and took his position in the kitchen.
Wen is practicing for her upcoming concert, which has been postponed, and she’s very glad about that. She wasn’t in the mood to attend a concert while leaving Avi in that state.
The kitchen door opens, and the man who hasn’t come in front of my eyes the entire day, and hasn’t left my thoughts for a single minute, walks in.
“What are you doing home so early?”
He comes closer. “A good wife should say, I’m glad you’re home early.”
“We both know how good of a wife I am,” I reply coolly, “and how good of a husband you are.”
He hugs me from behind, his arms locking me in place.
“You’re obviously a very bad wife. As for me—” He kisses just below my ear.
Goosebumps explode across my arms. My grip tightens around the knife in my hand.
We’re back in the same position, him pressed close to me, a blade clenched in my fist. The memory of that night is still vivid in my mind, lingering not just in my thoughts but on my skin. And now, this new layer added to it.
“I’m an excellent husband.”
“By the way,” he murmurs against the skin of my neck, his breath hot and deliberate, “what are you doing here in the kitchen?”
“Flying,” I say with sarcasm.
He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to my neck. His forearm slides under my breasts, tugging them upward.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-yell, struggling to pull away from him.
“Helping you fly.” He lifts them higher. “I don’t want you falling because of gravity acting on these heavy tits.”
I raise the knife. “Matleon, I’ll cut your hands if you don’t remove them.”
He only chuckles, kissing my neck again. “People don’t value good intentions.”
Keeping one arm firm around my waist, he brings the other up, pressing his palm fully against one breast. I suck in a sharp breath. The knife trembles in my hand.
“Matleon, stop it,” I grit out.
“You’ve got a knife in your hand again, Angel.” His voice drops, taunting. “Make me.”
“You’re overusing your luck,” I breathe out the threat, and he pinches my nipple.
“Your body hates you, Angel.” He twists my hard nipple over my T-shirt, licking my earlobe slowly. “It loves my touch, and you don’t let me worship it properly,” he whispers.
My eyelids grow heavy. I press my thighs together in a useless attempt to reduce the ache burning between them. Matleon is excellent at one thing, and that thing is seduction.
Matleon
Her breathing grows harder, uneven. Her nipple tightens further between my thumb and finger. I loosen my grip deliberately, testing if she’s aroused enough.
She doesn’t pull away. That’s all the answer I need.
I shift my attention to her other breast, kneading it slowly, while my free hand slides down over her shorts and finds her pussy. Heat curls instantly around my fingers.
My dick jerks inside my pants. Just the thought of her getting wet is enough to bring the monster to full attention.
I give it a glimpse of pleasure by pulling her back, pressing myself against her. A gasping moan betrays her. Her soft body warms my cock, and my fingers warm her cunt in return.
I find the slit of her folds through the fabric of her shorts and press my middle finger into it. Her clothed lips mold around my finger.
She’s already shaking against me. My dick twitches with every shudder that runs through her body. I flick my finger over her clit, drawing strangled moans from her lips.
“You can’t force yourself not to come, Angel,” I whisper, increasing my speed.
“Now come like a good girl.”
Her moan slips free from her beautiful lips. Her head falls back against me, then her whole body jerks forward. I hold her tight, anchoring her against me until she steadies.
When she finds her balance again, I let her go, walk around the counter, and lean forward on the other side, elbows resting on the surface as I face her.
“So,” I ask with a grin, “how would you like to rate this servant’s service?”
She glares at me. As always, the telltale red in her cheeks makes her threat ineffective.
“Be the bigger person, Angel,” I add lightly. “And give praise where it’s deserved.”
She lifts her knife and points it straight at me. “Get out of here, Matleon, if you don’t want me spilling your blood in your own kitchen.”
“Whoa, whoa. Calm down, babe.” Wen rushes in just in time. “Don’t kill him,” she says dramatically. “I’ll feel bad about his death. Spare him, for my love for you.” She hugs Iselyn from the side.
I give her a teasing smile and leave the kitchen in an excellent mood. I’m getting addicted to every small thing that belongs to this woman.
Her arousal.
Her moans.
Her anger.
Her pretense of anger.
And most of all, her sleeping in my arms.
After dinner, I start bothering her again. She’s on a call with her parents now, and I take full advantage of the opportunity. I lie on the bed with my head resting in her lap. She tried pushing me away at first, but now she’s simply ignoring me.
Occasionally, her hand brushes through my hair, and I can only imagine how good it would feel if she actually ran her fingers through it.
I watch her while she laughs, her face soft and unguarded. She looks down at me. Her smile vanishes instantly, replaced by a glare. Then she looks away again, her expression smoothing back into a bright smile as she responds to something they say with an excited yes.
She wishes them good night and tells them the obvious, that she loves them, then cuts the call. And now I’m the center of her entire attention.
“Is there a limit to your shamelessness?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like putting limits on anything.”
She pushes my head away, I roll onto my side beside her.
She lies down facing the other direction. “Sleep away from me.”
I chuckle and ask the room assistant to turn off the lights. Ten minutes pass, and I know she isn’t asleep yet. I shift closer and wrap my arms tightly around her.
“I just had a very scary nightmare,” I murmur. “I’m afraid. Save me.”
She scoffs. “Liar.”
I kiss her curls, right at the top of her head. “The demon in my nightmare was threatening to kill me. Will you cry if I die, Angel?”
“No one is killing you. And no, I won’t shed a single tear over your death. I’ll go to a club wearing the same black dress right after your funeral and dance all night.”
I laugh softly. “You’re so cold-blooded. And here I thought I married an angel.”
“You thought wrong.”
I hug her tighter, inhaling the fruity scent of her shampoo. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep again without her.
Around midnight, my sleep breaks, and I find her asleep with her face resting on my shoulder.
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her on top of me.
She shifts slightly, searching for a comfortable position.
I hold both my arms on either side of her, leaving her no space to move away.
Soon, she settles, calming down, lying peacefully on top of me with her head resting against my chest.
I fucking love sleeping like this. The calm it brings me can’t be achieved by anything else. Only her presence can summon this fierce, undeniable sense of belonging that consumes me.
I lift my head and press a soft kiss to her hair.
“My angel.”