Freya saw her collar open up, revealing two soft mounds. Her cheeks instantly turned hot, and she bit her lip, glaring at him, “You, no shame.”
Elijah’s voice was deep and passionate, “You’re my wife.” As he spoke, he lowered his head and his lips landed on her chest.
Freya’s body trembled, and she softly pushed him away, “Stop teasing.”
Elijah lifted his head, the heat in his eyes not diminishing but growing stronger. He held her tighter, his face getting closer, their breaths entwined. He looked into Freya’s eyes, shining like stars in the night sky, “I miss you.”
Freya’s cheeks burned, red and hot. Before she could speak, his warm lips covered hers. In the midst of the kiss, his hand slipped into the hem of Freya’s waist, gently caressing her smooth skin.
His voice was hoarse, rubbing against her ear, “Freya, I love you.”
With all the recent events and Freya being in her postpartum recovery, they hadn’t been intimate. He was a normal man, and there were times when he couldn’t control himself in front of the woman he loved. That passion was like erupting lava, unstoppable. Freya sank into his enthusiasm. Until all her clothes were stripped off, she realized. But it was already too late. She was deeply immersed in the soft sheets, above which lay his strong and hot body.
She didn’t know how long it had passed, but Freya felt her body weak, devoid of any strength. She was wrapped up in the sheets, too tired to move. Her voice was hoarse, mixed with lingering breaths, “Help me get the medicine, it’s in the drawer.”
Elijah brought a warm towel, intending to help clean her body. Upon hearing her words, his eyebrows furrowed, “What?”
He became nervous, “You’re sick? How come I didn’t know? Where does it hurt?”
He quickly came over to check on her.
Freya shook her head, “It’s not that.”
Elijah sat by the bedside, his hand reaching into the sheets to wipe her body, and he asked in a low voice, “Then what is it?”
Freya’s drowsy eyes fluttered, “Birth control pills.”
Her body would probably have difficulty conceiving in the future. Not that she couldn’t get pregnant, but it would be hard to carry a pregnancy. Having two children had taken a toll on her body. Neither postpartum recovery was ever perfect.
Elijah fell silent in an instant. He put down the towel and embraced her, nuzzling his face against hers. He knew the hardships Freya had endured. And he knew the pain she had suffered. It was his fault for not taking care of her properly. So many things had happened.
“We won’t have any more children in the future. These two are enough.”
“But don’t you like having a daughter? What if the second one is a son?” Freya asked.
“In that case, we won’t have any more either.” Elijah lightly kissed her forehead. “That’s not bad.”
Freya joked, “Or you can find someone with a healthy body to give you a daughter.”
Staring at her, Elijah felt somewhat annoyed.
“Won’t you be upset?” his lips twitched.
“Nope.” Freya smiled as she shook her head.
Upon hearing this, Elijah lowered his head and bit down on her lip. Freya winced in pain and pushed him away, “Mm, let go of me.”
Elijah didn’t release his grip. “So, you won’t say such things anymore?”
Her lips were already swollen from his earlier assault, and now being bitten, it really hurt.
“I won’t say it anymore,” she admitted defeat.
Only then did Elijah finally let go, satisfied. He got up and brought the medicine over to feed Freya, “Go to sleep.”
Freya said, “Just sleep for an hour.”
Elijah furrowed his brow, “Why?”