Aragon couldn’t help but notice how her actions had changed. Raziah was truly one hell of a woman to have the audacity to do this to him, in his palace and kingdom. His wife was surely a tough one to handle, and her actions had always been difficult to predict. Apart from the cold she emitted, her spicy scent had filled up the bathroom and turned out to be one of the vital things that were keeping him sane, and he needed to keep staying as sane as someone like him can be.
Aragon’s fists clenched under the water as she stared at her.
He was already in his piss-off mode, and she was pissing him off even more. Was she really trying to annoy him by doing this so obviously?
Seconds ago, she had been muttering incoherent words and trying her best to pull away from him which he didn’t let her. He had held her so tightly that she couldn’t even raise a finger against him anymore, but he could still feel her wriggling against his chest. No, he wasn’t planning to let go for the entire night, and she would have to deal with it.
And she finally did. Quite well infact.
The word, ’ Mother... ’ had lazily been whispered out of her lips, and he would have sworn he caught a smirk flash past her face, right before the woman snuggled up against him. Aragon’s eyes had burned ferociously at that moment... Is that really what she was playing at now? She was literally trying to tell him he was nothing to her, his actions can never move her, that she was only going to listen to one person and he was fortunate enough that the person has instructed her to obey him.
And that smirk...
Should he be thankful? God, this Cold woman really knows how to properly push his buttons even when she’s unconscious. His left brow raised, and his eyes scorched harder with a villainous gleam as an idea hit him, and he didn’t care if the repercussions would be on him- he just needed to torture her, and let her know that no matter what he does, all she has to do is to take it like the obedient girl she was told to be.
Aragon threw her arms around his neck and pulled her up so her breath was now fanning his neck. Her head was resting on his shoulders, while she was still sitting on his legs. The water level had run down her body a bit since he had pulled her higher, and her tempting cleavage was peeking out of foams.
His hands which were now resting on her legs began playing lazily around it. If she’s able to feel his presence even in this state and tried to move away from him, then she definitely should also feel the heat of his sultry movements against her naked body under the water. He felt her sudden stiffness the second he started moving his hands ever so slowly, and there was this triumph that came with the feeling. But he was still surprised at how a woman like her who was so unwell, and deep into her sleep could still feel so much like she was awake.
When he got to her knees, she still didn’t react to what he was doing till he began climbing higher. Her subconsciousness kicked in again, and Raziah stirred slightly in his arms. That slight movement of hers had her skin grazing against his hot neck, and her cold lips alone had his already throbbing member coming alive gradually.
These were the repercussions he couldn’t avoid.
He had confirmed the effect she had on him the day she had bathed him in the lake, and that boldness she had shown him with her amateur seductions the other day too.
Her soft thighs were squeezed tight to make sure he would just run his hands by, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t just slip his finger inside and find his way to her flower. Why would an obedient wife even shut her legs in the first place? Isn’t she supposed to give him what he wants?
Aragon took his dear time to keep on torturing her thoroughly by running his hands around that part she was shutting away from him. He drew invisible circles all around her creamy thighs, tracing and making her tremble from time to time. He wanted to see how long she would be able to keep from making any noise, and how long it would take for her to realize that he wasn’t moving any further until she opened up and he got what he wanted.
She was as stubborn as he knew she would be because his wife was getting disobedient by not opening up for him. Her mother must have told her to also please her husband, right?
"It’s just a finger, and it’s just you being obedient. Why don’t you part those thighs, Wife?" That brusque yet Husky tone whispered against her ear, and he felt the chillness of her body grow with his words. It was working. Her subconsciousness can’t keep up with him for long.
Bringing his eyes to her face, he caught her lashes trembling hard, and she was half biting her lips. As if she could feel his gaze, the expression quickly disappeared.
When he began slipping a finger just to see what she would do next, Raziah began shifting against his legs.
"Be a good wife and take it, Hazel." He said against her face, just as his index finger brushed against the tip of her flower ever so heatedly. The action was languid, yet it had inflamed her so mercilessly that Raziah didn’t even realize she had leaned over, and bitten his neck this time.
Time stood still, both of them unmoving. The silence was so deafening that a pin drop would easily be heard, and Raziah could feel nothing other than the enkindled fire pulsing out of every part of him as her eyes flew open.
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