“I bet three cents that whatever is holy wouldn’t dare interfere” Christian said with an devilish smirk.
I swallowed hard.
“Three cents?”
“I wouldn’t bet more””
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re going to pounce on me…”
He started stalking towards me.
I wasn’t scared, was I? Maybe just a little bit.
I sat down on the bed because my legs could not hold me much longer, it was trembling.
“I’ve missed you, lik crazy and standing with you in the same room is making me crave your touch” he said softly, but still the crazed and hungry look was in his eyes.
He reached where I sat and stood in front of me, my knees were rubbing against his leg. With one finger, he raised my chin so that I would meet his eyes.
“If being engaged to me and being pregnant for me wouldn’t make you understand that you’re mine, maybe I should brand you”
My mouth went dry, as if someone had poured sand in it.
“What?” I blurted the question.
“I must have gone too soft that you take our engagement for granted… You should understand that dire things have consequences. Once you said yes to me, you were mine, MINE. How did you forget? Maybe if I put a collar around your neck, you wouldn’t accept anyone’s marriage proposal… How would you like a collar, darling?”
I blinked frantically, I wanted to say something but words failed to come out.
He pushed me and I landed softly on the bed, I withheld a moan from how soft the sheets were because I knew that any pleasure filled sound from me would turn Christian feral.
“Or maybe I’ll tattoo my name on your forehead” he mused.
“You must have have gone crazy ” I whispered.
“I had gone crazy for you a long time, Jenna, maybe I’m not showing it well enough ”
My dress had buttons at the front, his hand came to the first one and he undid it.
“Tell me Jenna, what should I give you as a reminder to you and as a warning to any man that lays their eyes on you. Should I literally brand you, give you a cute little mark to tell everyone who you belong to to remind ‘you’ who you ‘belong’ to?”
He undid the second button.
“You have to decide because I’m worried that if I pick one for myself, I’ll make it ‘Extreme’ without considering you”
He undid the third button and his fingers circled my nipples through my lace bra.
“Christian ” I moaned.
“On my way coming here, do you know what I kept on thinking about?”
His green eyes were like fresh grass.
“No” I said, my voice was high, it made me proud.
“I thought about all the ways I would fuck you because it’s seems like you’ve forgotten how great I am, and I want to remind you, my love. I want to erase the name of every other man from your memory, thrust after thrust.
I didn’t know when he finished unbuttoning my dress until he was finally done.
“How many ways did you come up with?” I asked him, his mischievous grin returned.
“One involves strapping you, all of them involves you being helpless, vulnerable and strictly at my mercy”
I swallowed again, dear god.
“I think an engagement ring is an appropriate branding”
“You think?” He said it so slow, it made me think I was dumb.
“Y-yes”
“So it’s your fault if a guy gets too close to you and probably lays a finger on you and I hunt him down, it’s your fault if he dies not knowing you were wearing a ring”
“Dies?!” I yelled, “No one needs to die, no one is going to die, you’re not..”
“I’m serious Jenna, I am a very jealous man and no one touches what is mine, no one gets close to you”
His hands were shedding my clothes one by one, I was laying in my bra and pantie, so naked.
A loud knock sounded on the door, I jerked up to a sitting position.
“It’s me, Regalia” the voice was loud and unmistakeable. “Can I come in?”
“I’ll hide” I said.
Christian turned to me as if I had grown a horn.
“You’re not hiding”
“If she comes in and sees me here, almost naked, she’ll tell my mum”
“I said, you’re not hiding”
“I don’t want this Christian to be ruined, our first Christmas as couples, I don’t want this argument”
“I’ll tell her to leave”
“She can see through the space in the door when you open it, I’ll just go to the bathroom”
He stood up.
“Stay!”
He walked to the door, opened it and walked out.
I didn’t hear anything but mumbling.
I heard a squad and I knew that regalia was hoping.
I heard footsteps retreating and Christian opened the door. He locked it this time and he walked to where I was sitting.
“You said till January”
“I don’t get”
“You said till January…. You said if you don’t tell you mum in January, I could tell her myself. January, keep it in mind”
“You’re wearing your ring” I noticed he was wearing it. I looked sexy on his finger.
“I never took it off”
“I’m sorry I’m not wearing mine” I was really sorry.
“I know”
He knelt down in front of me and cupped my face. “I know, you don’t have to apologize, I understand”
He kissed me, I missed him all of him.
I kissed him back with the same ferocity and we were gnawing our mouths searching for the familiar warmth, the familiar sweetness…. The one that we’ve been giving to ourselves through intimacy…. On cold nights between the sheets, on hot afternoons on the kitchen floor, we gave pleasure freely to ourselves and we knew our bodies more than anyone else would ever know us.
I pulled out of the kiss to breathe, without pause his mouth was on my nipples, sucking , nibbling, teasing. The pleasure rang through me like a sweet song and I digged my fingers through his hair. He pulled my nipple out of his mouth, it pink and wet and swollen.
His eyes were filled with fire.
“I’m going to show you how good I am that for a moment, you’ll forget your own name, Jenna”