I could never get enough of her—of her eyes that speak too much, of her lips. Of her.
“Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips,” I whisper against her mouth.
“You’re back at it,” she sighs.
I chuckle.
chapter 29
Iselyn
I watch him sliding under the covers in the dim light. Usually, I fall asleep by the time he comes out of the bath, but today I’ve got my period and a few cramps. He lays down facing me. Our eyes lock, and we stay like that until he mutters, “Why are you still awake?”
“Period cramps.”
He frowns. “And you haven’t taken any medicine for it?”
“It’s not too much, just a light pain, only making me uncomfortable. I don’t want to take medicine for such a small thing.”
He nods.
“Can I ask you something?” I speak.
He nods with a smile. “You don’t need to ask this question, Angel. I could dance with happiness just because you want to talk to me.”
My lips twitch in an attempt not to smile. “What are you doing with people from the internet?”
He sighs. “And here I thought you’d ask something like,Is it fine if I ask you to fuck me?”
I hit his shoulder. We both jump at my action. He chuckles, shifting a little closer to me. “Those who make only commentsare arrested by the police in their area. Those who talk too much shit by making videos or blogs… we deal with personally.”
“But they’re civilians. Do you guys have to be so harsh?”
He purses his lips. His dark eyes shine in the dim light with anger. “We are not killing them. This is the best we are doing. People should think before speaking. If someone does something against me that I don’t like, I let them know that they should not have provoked someone they can’t afford to mess with.”
I scoff. “This is dictatorship and a bad use of power.”
He smirks. “And I never claimed to be a good man. People have always talked useless shit about Zo and me, claiming we’re playboys, fathers of more than a thousand bastards, and whatnot. We always ignored them, but this time it’s about Avi. We can’t ignore those shitholes who talk about her character like that. No one talks nonsense about our women. It’s the bottom line.”
I chuckle. “I wanted to beat some of them myself, honestly.”
His hand moves around my waist. “My wife has violence in her.” He breathes against my mouth.
I avert my gaze and push lightly on his chest, but he doesn’t budge. Only my heart starts beating louder at the feel of his hard muscles under my palm.
“Matleon,” I breathe. It was supposed to be a sound of protest, butwhy does it sound like I’m inviting him closer?And he does get closer.
“Yes, Angel.”
I look into his eyes. “I don’t want you to—”
My words are eaten by his lips. He sucks on my lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. My eyes close as he deepens the kiss, devouring my thoughts and willpower to protest.
When he leaves my lips, I take slow, deep breaths. But my heart is still thudding without pause. He cups my cheek withhis palm. “I know you don’t want me to kiss my wife, nor do you want me to fuck my wife. And I want to do all these things. So we have to settle somewhere in the middle.”
“But you’ve already kissed me. So it’s settled.”
He smirks. “That’s not the middle. It will only settle after I eat your sweet pussy.”
