His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Thirty Four: Alexios

     As the water cascaded down over her body, the soap slid away, slowly revealing the scars that were hidden beneath. "Please, I will answer any of your questions, just not tonight," she pled.
     "That is alright my love, I'm not sure I'd be able to to focus on your answers," I replied in a strained tone.
    "I know I'm not much to look at," she spoke weakly as a trail of water carried suds away down the trail between her large breasts. "But I didn't always look this way."
     "What do you mean you aren't much to look at?" I growled a little, exercising as much restraint as I could.
     "I'm damaged, and defective," she spoke with confidence, as if it was the one thing about herself she was sure of.
     "You are not damaged or defective. You are positively gorgeous. I don't care about your scars, I care about the way your collar bone leaves a little dip before joining with the base of your neck. I want to kiss the dip just above your chest. I want to take your thighs in my hands and hold them as I pull you closer on my lap. I want to kiss your stomach that will one day hold our child. I want to run my hands all over your perfect body as I bury my face in your neck. I see you, my love, and the fact of the matter is that it is taking everything in me not to jump in that tub with you and hold you against me so I know you are real," I growled. "You are perfect, and don't let anyone convince you otherwise."
   Her cheeks turned a bright red, and I could see her growing embarrassed. I grabbed her towel and handed it to her as she turned off the water. I averted my gaze to give her a bit of privacy and respect as she stood to wrap herself in it.
   I felt her small hand on my shoulder. I  slowly turned to face her, her hair towel still in my hands. "May I?" She asked.
     "Allow me, please," I replied turning her around, careful to ensure she wouldn't slip in the water. I began to rub her hair dry with the towel, making sure to catch every bit.
      "I'm sorry I've made such a mess in here," she spoke sadly. "I swear this doesn't happen often."
      "Tabitha love, it's alright. Besides, there's a drain in the floor," I smiled.
     She turned to face me. "Take those clothes off," she said tiredly. Her eyes grew wide as she realized how she sounded. "I-I just meant that you are soaked and need to get into something dry," she corrected.
      "Oh, does my wonderful wife want to settle the score?" I laughed. Before she could reply, I pulled off my shirt revealing my bare chest.
      She swallowed nervously as I slid down my pants, leaving only my boxers on. Her gaze rested on my crotch, and I can't say I was disappointed.
      "I'll take a quick shower and I'll be with you in bed soon, you go get changed in the bedroom," I spoke kissing the top of her head.
      She stood frozen to the spot, unsure of how to react. "You better hurry, wife, or you may get to see more than you bargained for," I laughed breaking her trance as she grabbed her clothes from the counter and fled from the room.