NERTHUS
This is bad.
I comb my hair with my fingers as I watch Arawn drying himself through the bathroom mirror. My head is still a little dizzy from the hot air, and the orgasms I had surely did the rest. Not wanting to be a bother, I pretend that nothing is wrong.
Even if he asks again.
“Yeah!” I answer with a forced smile, making him frown at me.
He releases my chin, and I can turn my head back again. “You look pale.”
“Don’t worry. I’d tell you if I felt sick.” I chuckle, trying to fight the urge to pass out.
With a hum, he wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips to my shoulder. My heart does a painful flip as I watch him do it through the reflection.
God, it looks even better than it feels.
“I never asked you…” He raises his brow at me, but I continue anyway. “About the name you gave me.”
He looks at me unamused and lets me go to put his hands on the gray granite vanity top. “I thought you didn’t ask questions.”
“Sorry. It wasn’t my place to… I assumed as the situation changed… Forget what I said, I’m sorry.”
Lowering my head, I avoid his burning gaze and even if I can’t see it anymore, I can definitely feel it.
“What changed?” He asks calmly, and I shrug, feeling immensely stupid.
“I work just for you, and I thought that maybe there were certain things I should know to… It was stupid, just forget it.”
Taking a deep breath as it wanting to gather all the courage possible, I look back up to meet his intense gaze through the mirror.
“No more questions. I promise.” A small smile appears on my lips while his expression doesn’t change at all.
As we stare at each other for a second or two, I can feel my breathing getting heavier. Flinching slightly as he shifts to wrap his arms around my waist once again, gets me a heart-breaking frown in return.
“Sorry.” I whisper, and he hums in response.
Hearing him take a deep breath with his face buried in my hair, makes my heart race even faster.
“What did I tell you about wanting to get away from me, Nerthus?”
I snicker lightly, biting my bottom lip. “It’s just something I do subconsciously, please don’t take it personally.”
“So, it’s nothing I do that scares you off?”
“No. No.” I say a little louder, clearing my throat. “It’s nothing you do. It’s an automatism I seem to have with men.”
He looks back up to meet my gaze in our reflection and clicks his tongue. “Are you afraid of me?”
Shaking my head slowly, I get another gorgeous grin to appear on his face.
“Maybe it’s stupid, but I never felt afraid around you.”
His laugh has my heart skip a beat. “I would never call you stupid. More unhinged.”
I gasp, slapping his arm playfully, and he pulls me closer. Feeling my dizziness suddenly increase, I try to stop my head from spinning, and I close my eyes briefly.
“Parker is the name the nuns gave me. Don’t ask me why. Maybe they play some sort of religion names bingo.” His deep voice seems laced with resentment and gets me to open my eyes again to look at him.
He still has his face hidden from me as he continues to speak, breathing me in.
“My father was the one who named me Arawn. It is a mythological creature in his culture. He thought it would be more appropriate for me.”
Finally lifting his head to look at me, he gets my breath to hitch in my throat.
“Have you ever heard of it?”
“He is the God of the afterworld.” I whisper, not breaking eye contact. “Associated with death, deceit and malignity because no one knows what he looks like. And he infiltrates among people, to collect their souls.”
“Looks like someone did their homework.” He states amused.
I shrug, scrunching up my nose. “I’m good at my job.”
Taking a deep breath, I shift on my feet while a sly smirk starts growing on his lips. “How can a father give such a name to his child?”
“He hated the name the nuns gave me. Even though he didn’t know the nuns gave it to me. He thought my mother had given it to me.”
I resist the urge to ask about the circumstances as I would love to hear about how he got to the nuns to name him, but still had his father and mother involved, and concentrate on keeping my breathing regular.
This is definitely not my place to ask.
“Still.” I gulp, and he brushes my hair from my shoulder.
“You see, Nerthus. I have always had a specific purpose in life. There was only one reason I was born and kept alive. And this name suited that purpose better in each and every way.”
His deep voice makes me shiver, but I try to suppress it as much as I can. “Did you like it?”
“What?” He asks, sounding genuinely bemused.
“Your original name. The one the nuns gave you.”
He shrugs, shaking his head. “I never thought about it. But I rarely think about such emotional things. It’s just a name anyway.”
Wasn’t he so obsessed with getting my name?
I chuckle, apparently amusing him. His smirk widens, and I gasp as he hugs me tighter.
“And to be honest, I don’t even know why I told you. You are the third person, who has ever heard that name and is still alive. And I guess you are the only one to know the story behind it.” His husky whisper travels through me as he presses his lips against my ear.
“I’m very honored.” I whisper with a small grin.
As my system overheats, my lust overpowers the dizziness in my brain. “Does that make you angry?”
My lowly asked question causes him to smirk even more before he nods slowly.
“Do you want to get it out of your system?” I ask further, my nerves already sizzling at the thought.
“Fuck yeah!”
I am certainly not a psychiatrist who can help someone out by talking about it or by giving a special coping mechanism. But I do know how to get things out of your system either way.
If not the best way.
I cling to the countertop as he begins massaging my pussy, getting me wet for him in just a few seconds.
After he lifts me up onto the counter, I position myself on the granite between the sinks, grabbing onto them as he pushes two fingers into me.
“Oh, yes. Take all your anger out on me.” I moan loudly as he leans even closer, increasing the speed of his thrusts.
Risking flying away as another breathtaking orgasm shatters through me, I squeeze the taps harder.
“God, this is fucking perfect.” His deep voice seems far away as I catch my breath, my vision blurring.
“Amazing.” I breathe out, my chest heaving.
As he wraps his arms around me to lift me off the counter, I barely manage to release my grip in time as my brain doesn’t seem to being able to think clearly.
He turns me around, and I know I should tell him about it, but something blocks me.
I don’t want to be any trouble for him.