Forcedly Yours [R-18]

Chapter 28 Leyton's POV

I have been sitting on the bed and staring at my wife who was sleeping with a peaceful look on her face for the past thirty minutes.

My muscles seemed unable to move, my mind still in shock as I kept on repeating her words in my head.

"I love you."

She had said the words with a small sigh on her lips before she fell asleep. It may have been because she was still in her pleasure-fogged state but...

My dick hardened by the memory of the sound of her moans and I could still taste her on my tongue. Fuck. I combed my hand on my hair and stood up gently so she wouldn't wake up.

I walked quietly and went out to the balcony to catch my breath and stop myself from fucking my wife in her sleep all so she would repeat those words to me. I have been very insatiable and I'm not sure if it's ever going to lessen.

The cold air of Paris immediately assaulted my body as I opened the doors to the balcony.

I'm not sure why I was so shocked to hear her say the words when she's been looking at me that way. She always looked at me like she craved me and watched me with soft wistful eyes when she didn't think I noticed.

But I noticed everything about her. I've been internally beating my chest like fucking Tarzan when I catch her staring and watching me. I especially like the adorable way her eyes would narrow slightly in annoyance when she caught some women ogling me. It made me happy. The quiet way she expressed her possessiveness over me.

But to hear her say she loves me...for it to come out of her soft lips. She had said it with her soft voice and content look on her face, too.

Did I love her? Was that what I felt for her?

Was love the reason why I almost couldn't breathe when I had her in my arms? Was love the reason why I see red every time I imagine her with someone else? Was love the reason why I couldn't think properly every time we fought? Was love the reason why my heart breaks when I see her tears?

Does the intense need and obsession I felt towards her equate to love?

If love is the most intense way a person can feel for someone, then maybe this is love. For some reason, the word still seemed lacking to describe the extent of what I feel for her. I don't think any word would ever be enough. She fucking makes me weak in the knees.

Then there's the matter of our home. She'd referred to it as my house, but I never saw it that way. It was more hers than mine. I had it made especially for her in hopes it would help her accept the circumstances I basically forced on her.

The only regret I have is that I didn't make the garden bigger. Had I known she'd spend most of her free time with her vegetables, I would have made sure that she had a larger space.

I watched when her body went still, and her face looked at me in astonishment as the reality of my obsession with her sank in. I watched how her face changed from disbelief and fear to fascination and what I could only describe as happiness.

She seemed thrilled to learn about how much I wanted her. My innocent wife had no idea how crazy I was about her. She wasn't even legal yet when I planned our home. It was all shades of fucked-up.

And I was all shades of fucked up to have a house made for someone who wasn't even eighteen. Who didn't even know about me. I was pretty sure she even forgot about me, and I confirmed it the first time she looked at me with no hint of recognition on her beautiful face.

It was not easy whenever she fought against her attraction towards me. Sure, I loved her fight and even found it adorable. However, I fucking hated it when her face would drench with shame every time she allowed herself to enjoy my touch. It fucking killed me to know that she was revolted by her attraction to me.