UNWANTED DEVOTION

GIVE IT TO ME...

In the Morning...

I was the first to open my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Kian's bare chest right in front of me. My eyes widened in shock, and I took a deep breath. Slowly, I reached for his hand, which was wrapped around my waist, and gently lifted it, placing it on the bed. Once I freed myself from his grasp, I started looking for something to wear but found nothing except Kian's shirt and my wedding dress. I quietly picked up the dress, not wanting to make any noise that might disturb his sleep, and slipped into the bathroom.

I washed up and put on the wedding dress again before stepping out of the room.

The hall was silent and cold, the morning mist adding to the atmosphere. I walked into the luxurious kitchen and opened the fridge, only to find it almost empty—just a box of strawberries inside. I sighed and started searching through the drawers when I heard the sound of fast footsteps. Quickly, I stood up, leaving the drawer open, and looked at Kian through the mirrored window. He looked furious, which made me gulp in fear. He couldn't see me, perhaps because of the glass, but I slowly took steps towards him.

His eyes were desperate and red, his breaths heavy. His hand clenched repeatedly, making the veins in his arm stand out. He turned his back to me, scanning the room, and I just didn't know what to do—I was just one step away from him. Should I touch him? Should I call out to him? A lot of thoughts were running through my mind when he suddenly turned around, looking right at me. I gasped as his lips crashed onto mine, devouring them harshly with bites, sucks, licks—everything—while closing his eyes. His body felt hot against mine, and my eyes widened. I quickly placed my palm on his forehead.

"You... have... a fever," I said between kisses, and his eyes opened after hearing that, letting me see their redness again.

"It's okay if you fell ill because of me; I'll take care of it," he said, pushing me against the wall. His mouth opened wide, taking both my lips at the same time. He entered his tongue into my mouth, wrapping it around mine, before finally letting go.

I was gasping for breath when he grabbed my wet hair in his fist, pushing my face close to his with full force. His heavy, angry breaths touched my face, his eyes darting at nothing but mine.

"Kian," I whispered.

"Shh, not Kian, birdy. Call me hubby, just like you called me the other day while moaning it," he said in a raspy voice, and I bit my bottom lip before letting out the word.

"Hubby..."

"Why weren't you there, birdy?" he asked, and I got confused, not knowing what he was talking about.

"Why weren't you on the bed, birdy? Why weren't you beside me?" he said, his voice turning deeper with each word.

"I... I wanted... to... make something," I said softly, stuttering, and he hummed before letting go of my hair, only to tighten his hold even more. I let out a whimper, and he chuckled.

"Did I give you permission?" he said, and I frowned, my eyes widening after hearing it.

"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION, BIRDY?" he shouted suddenly, and I flinched after hearing that scary voice. My tears started falling more quickly, and he just stared at me blankly. My eyes were closed when I felt his lips on one of them, and then the other.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. He still had the same angry face, but this time his gaze was soft. His hold on my hair loosened, and he pulled me closer until my head was resting on his shoulder and his was on mine. He kept taking deep breaths, and I did nothing.

"Don't go anywhere without informing me, birdy, or I don't even know what I'll do," he whispered, and I heard it clearly.

"I was just in the kitchen..." I said slowly, and he hummed, nodding his head against my neck.

"The groceries will arrive before ten," he said, and I nodded my head. He freed his hold on me, and I just looked down.

"Why did you wear it again?" he asked.

"Didn't find anything else," I said softly. He hummed and suddenly picked me up. My legs quickly wrapped around him, afraid of falling. One hand was placed on my butt while the other was on my dress, lifting it up slowly until it revealed my naked legs. He kept caressing them gently, and I slowly placed my head on his chest. I didn't know where we were going until I saw the door.

He opened it, and I saw clothes—so many clothes, both men's and women's. He slowly put me down on the floor and started picking out a dress. Once he was done, he showed it to me, and I nodded, taking it from him. I was about to say thank you when he said...

"Change." My mouth fell open in surprise, and he chuckled at my reaction. I was trying to find any sign of mischief or a joke, but no—it was a command. I closed my eyes and opened them again before looking into his, then nodded.

I turned my arm around my back, trying to find the zipper, when he said, "Let me," and I turned my back to him, letting him unzip it. His hand caressed my bare shoulder before sliding down to the zipper, slowly pulling it down while his finger traced my back in the same motion. Once he was done, I slid the dress off, letting it fall to the floor.

"You didn't wear the inners..." he asked.

"They were dirty," I responded without looking at him, and he hummed. I slowly put on the dress he gave me. It was a soft blue, full-length, flowing dress, covering my whole body with elegance. Once I was dressed, his arms wrapped around my waist. He placed his chin on my shoulder before giving it a kiss and said...

"You've taken a bath, birdy, but now what about me?"

I gasped after hearing those words, and with a sudden jerk, he turned me towards him again. His face was close to mine, his lips brushing against mine as he said...

"Give me a bath , birdy..."