LOVE'S QUAGMIRE [18+]

Chapter 22: Lovemaking

Daphne's POV~

He picked me up in his arms and carried me out. I didn't resist because I was tired of all the work and fighting.

He sat me down on the bed and grabbed some antiseptic cream. Kneeling in front of me, he gently applied it to my burn while I sniffled. I winced when it stung, "Is it hurting a lot, butterfly?" he asked with a worried expression. I hesitantly nodded.

"I've often told you to be careful and not rush things. Why do you always do that?" he scolded gently as he blew on the burn while applying the cream.

"I hate seeing you in pain."

As if he wasn't the reason behind it. He told me to hurry up and finish within 15 minutes.

"Let's sleep." 

He lay down and pulled me close under the blanket. I turned away from him, feeling a rush of emotions. I held back my tears, trying my best to be strong. But I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. He kissed my exposed neck and trailed towards my covered shoulder. 

He gently removed my silk robe, leaving me in my gown. He slipped the straps down and kissed my exposed shoulders, causing me to close my eyes.

He turned me towards him, and I met his gaze in the dim light, his hazel eyes shining. Indeed, I must admit, he has the most beautiful eyes.

 Leaning in, he captured my lips in a slow, tender kiss. I closed my eyes, returning the kiss, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.

He pulled back after a few minutes. His warm breath hit against my face as he asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

His words brought tears to my eyes. I nodded, still sniffling. 

"Easy now, it'll be fine before you know it, okay? I wish I could make it disappear faster somehow. I regret getting angry like that, my love. You know scolding my little wife isn't something I enjoy," he said with a gentle tone while wiping away my tears.

"It just bothers me when things aren't organized. I prefer everything to be neat and orderly." 

He drew closer and in a second hovered over me, and gently guided my hands to his shoulders.

 I'm only yours," his lips brushed against my neck and then my shoulder. My eyes closed, and a wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. I was still mad that he hadn't apologized, but his words and touch had a way of softening my heart.

As he kissed me, he slowly lowered the straps of my nightgown from the other side. His touch sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but cling to his shirt because of felt the stubble of his light beard against my skin.

 He looked into my eyes maybe silently asking for permission to continue. I was hesitant and torn between my desire and my lingering frustration. 

Deep down, I knew I wanted this, I wanted him; I craved intimacy and connection. Like any other girl, I longed for those private moments with my partner. But amidst my conflicting emotions, he hadn't apologized, which was nagging at me.

I gazed into his eyes as his hands traced circles on my clothed waist, making me feel something that I never felt. His touch on my inner thigh was so sensual, it made me close my eyes, feeling the heat rising within me. 

"I'll take that as a yes," he whispered near my ear and then planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. As he removed my nightgown, leaving me in my lingerie. A sudden rush of desire washed over me when I noticed his eyes widen a bit, causing my cheeks to flush with heat.