Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 12

Would recommend y'all to not skip this chapter. (This chapter actually made me lose interest in the book T_T)

Seulgi

I wandered into my bedroom and my eyes sought out Irene, but she was nowhere to be found. Our bed was disheveled but, nonetheless, empty. I knew she wasn’t in the nursery, because on my way to our room, I had made a stop there to watch Aleyna sleeping soundly, most likely dreaming of fairies.

“Irene?” I called as I walked to the bathroom. Opening the door, I found my wife in there in the middle of undressing.

“What are you doing?” I questioned, watching her trying to disrobe. She did a little wiggle to try and get the nightgown over her rounded belly.

Irene huffed and then agitatedly started pulling at her nightgown, trying to get it over her head now. I silently reached forward and helped her. In her state, it seemed that Irene exhausted herself very easily.

Once the nightgown was gone, her lips twisted and then she pouted. “Trying to take a shower.”

“Now?” I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“Yes. Now.” She cupped her full breasts, and her black brows furled together. “I am leaking and it smells once it dries. I can’t sleep like this.”

Oh.

Irene shrugged and then walked into the shower, keeping the glass doors open. That was a silent invitation, and I eagerly started to undress. I couldn’t say no to that. She threw a look over her shoulder and then smiled coyly. “Come and do your wifely duties. You’re slacking.”

I growled at her words, but she only laughed. There was a teasing glint in her eyes. “Vixen,” I muttered loud enough for her to hear.

“I was an Angel a few hours ago,” she retorted, her lips quirking up to the side.

I joined her in the shower, both of us now naked. The water cascaded around us, and Irene blinked several times, keeping the spray of water from getting into her eyes.

She lifted her hands up and cupped my cheeks. I watched in silence, waiting to see what she’d do. Maybe a kiss?

I leaned down to steal her lips, and she came to me softly, opening up for me like a blooming flower. Her lips were my solace and her kisses were my saving grace.

She threaded her fingers behind my neck and nipped at my lower lip. My cock jolted forward, but this wasn’t about fucking and owning each other. The way Irene was kissing me, the way my lips moved over her, it was a tender caress. This was simply a moment to remind both of us that we were here, safely in each other’s arms, and what we shared was no simple love.

Irene pulled away first, and she licked her plump lips, tasting me and owning my soul all at the same time. “You taste and smell like cigar. Were you smoking again?”

I shrugged in response, knowing there was no point in lying. I had been caught. I didn’t smoke a lot, not like Lisa. But I’d take a hit every once in a while, especially when the moment demanded it. Like tonight. It was all about the image. The more intimidating you looked, your victims would shake harder in fear.

But even the few times I would smoke, Irene didn’t like it.

Her hands found my cheeks again, and her thumb swiped at the length of my jaw. “You had blood here,” she murmured.

Fuck.

She met my gaze without flinching, her thumb still unconsciously rubbing my jaw. I loved it when she couldn’t seem to stop touching me. Whenever I was in her vicinity, she was either reaching for my hand, kissing my lips, or cuddling closer into my arms.