I had a mind to jump to my feet and leave the bathroom just to see what he’d do, but the reminder that a simple touch hurt like a burn had my butt glued to the counter. Best not tease the tiger when I wasn’t up for the consequences.
Rema returned holding a white tunic and pants in one of his hands, satisfaction written all over his face when he saw that I’d obeyed him.
“Arms up,” he said when he stood in front of me. I lifted my arms and he slid a tunic over my head before crouching to slide the pants up my legs, helping me to my feet to finish pulling them over my hips.
He put the slippers on my feet and then turned me to face the mirror, pulling the silk wrapping off my hair.
I watched myself grow languid, my eyes drooping as he began running a comb gently through my hair, his face a mask of concentration.
Seeing us in the mirror, it really brought home just how much larger Rema was than me. His shoulders were twice the width of mine, his chest rising over my head as he stood behind me. And I’d taken this big bastard into my body and lived to tell the tale.
I reached up and patted myself on the back, meeting Rema’s eyes in the mirror when he raised his eyebrow at me, never pausing with his task of brushing my hair out.
“Sorry. I was just congratulating myself for a job well done.”
His slow smile over my head made my pussy rethink the whole packing up and leaving threat. Maybe she’d stay awhile? It was only a little damage, after all. Hardly worth crying over.
Rema’s smile turned into a grin when he plucked a flower out of my hair and held it up to me in the mirror.
“Contemplating the risks and rewards, hmm?”
I bit my lip, smiling with a slow nod of my head. “Uh huh.”
He turned me to face him, leaning down until our faces almost touched. I leaned forward, ready for his kiss… when he flicked the tip of my nose with a finger, straightening. “Well, don’t. You need to eat.”
I glared at his back as he left the bathroom, chuckling at himself.
“Rude!’
His laughter echoed back at me as I left the bathroom to follow him. It was then that I realized I didn’t recognize this room. It was massive, easily twice the size of my old one, richly decorated with dark themes, except for the bed. The bed dominated the space, made out of white twisting wood carved to look like trees formed the posters, with the branches and wooden leaves forming the pale canopy that hung over the black sheets that shimmered in the morning light. And my vines were all over it, white flowers blooming over the bed as if to wish us both good morning. I was pretty proud of the fact that that was as far as they’d spread. I’d add a checkmark next to ‘gain control’ on my mental tasks list.
Grinning, I stepped into the next room, looking for Rema and found him waiting for me on a white couch, sipping from a steaming cup.
“Come eat,wife.”
My heart dropped into my belly while the ache between my legs changed from soreness to emptiness.
That’s right. We were married now. I was staring at my husband. Rema was my husband.
The giggling started before I could stop it, my feet taking me over to him while my brain struggled to catch up. I crawled into his lap— ignoring the way my muscles cramped and my hips protested— to straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck and squeezing hard.
Rema snorted out a laugh, struggling to lean forward to place his cup down on the coffee table with me clinging to him like a lunatic. His arms wrapped around me, the vibrations of his laughter thrumming into my chest.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot we were married! We’re married, Rema! I’m your wife. Holy shit.”
He buried his face in my neck, his shoulders shaking. “You had other things on your mind. I won’t hold it against you.”
I could feel his smile against my skin, and it lit my soul up like a beacon. Giddy happiness made me want to dance around the room.
“I love you so much,” I said, pulling back to look at him.
His laughter faded, leaving a boyish grin on his face, his silver eyes dancing. “And I love you. Now quit being a temptress, and eat your breakfast,” he scolded teasingly, setting me aside on the couch and putting a cup of coffee in my hand.
I took a sip, sighing at that first taste. He’d made it just the way I liked it. A plate was placed in front of me on the coffee table, loaded down with fruit and the alien version of muffins.
Rema leaned back with his tea in hand and watched me eat, contentment emanating from him. The sweet flavor mixed with my coffee, soothing and warm.
“Is the Celebration still happening today?” I asked, taking a bite out of a muffin that vaguely tasted like almonds.
