Instead, the glint of soft grey eyes flashed before her eyes before she fully slipped into slumber.
*******
Amara felt something cold trailing down her skin.
A gentle caress brushed against her cheek, a fleeting warmth that contrasted with the chill of the living room she was in.
Herunconsciousmindsoughtsolaceinaninstinctiveyearningforwarmth.Amara'sbrows furrowed, a subtle reaction to the unfamiliar touch that offered comfort in the midst of the cold. An involuntary groan left her lips as she tried to turn to the other direction where the warmthwas coming from. With a subtle shiver, Amara tucked her legs intowhat felt like a soft comforter. Moaning to herself in delight, she unconsciously snuggled to the pillow.
Rafael silently watched her carefully. How could someone look so adorable and harmless in the state of the unconscious?
Ithad beentwohours sincehegot back, and whenhe came back, heimmediatelysaw Amara draped over the couch bundled in a ball shivering from the cold yet sleeping soundly as if nothing else mattered. He almost woke her up when his heart started pounding loudly. But he quickly cleared his throat and tried not to make any sound as he lifted her from the couch. His arms cradled her, and he looked at the couch with a quiet gaze. The couch was small but with her laying on it, it almost seemed like a bed for her.
Rafael quietly padded to his room, and gently put her on the bed, placing a pillow under herhead and covering her with the comforter.
He turned the heater on and sat beside her, silently observing how the liner between her brows immediately flattened.
Rafael traced her delicate vulnerability with his eyes and found himself captivated by the ethereal sight before him. The play of shadows danced upon her features, and his touch, initially driven by the need to provide comfort, took on a reverent quality.
The way her pink lips parted as she drew in silent breaths, eyes shut, hair falling on her sides and as his eyes lowered to her neck covered with the frill design of her dress, he felt the urge to push the collar down and admire the marks he left her with last night.
His fingers traced the contours of her face as if he were touching a glass. So soft and sinful.
His eyes moved down to her body, taking in how her breasts strained the fabric of her dress, he licked his lips. She was so beautiful that he wanted to kiss every inch of hers.
He suddenly remembered the conversation he had had with Abigail that afternoon.
Abigail was right. Amara was his wife and he had every right to her. She was his in every way. Even if he slept with her without her consent, it wouldn’t matter because she was made to fulfil his desires.
His thoughts suddenly changed track.
Lust hooded his gaze as he slowly began tracing her neck, then fidgeted slowly with the collar of her dress pushing it down to expose the raging red marks on her smooth pristine skin.
Amara stirred in her sleep when she felt the follicles of her hair erecting. A sudden sensation crept down her spine in a chilled manner. The vivid image of her dreams slowly faded, and the peaceful world she created in her subconsciousness shattered down and replaced with darkness. She ran as the ground beneath her fell into the dark abyss.
She felt like snakes were crawling underneath her skin as Rafael’s fingers pushed her collar side, her slender neck and cleavage exposed to his eyes. Just as he was about to place a kiss on her neck, she jolted awake.
Her breathing ragged and her eyes widened. She grasped for breath, the darkness she saw in her dreams matched the one in the room. All too unfamiliar room which wasn’t hers. The panic gripped her as she quickly grabbed the comforter and pulled it to her neck hiding her chastity from Rafael’s gaze.
“Rafael.” She regarded him with her feeble voice. Rafael twisted his lips. Way to ruin the moment.
“You’re awake.” He said with disappointment. Amara felt chills from the way he looked at her. She quickly looked around the room with terror in her eyes. It wasn’t her room, it was his.
Adrenaline-fueled panic gripped her. She swallowed and felt her breathing rising.“I will make dinner for you.”
She started to mumble as she started to gather herself together and hopped down the bed. But Rafael quickly gripped her wrist and pushed her down on the bed hovering over her.
Amarastilledwithpanicashelookeddownatherwithalust-filledgaze.Therewasnolove,no emotions whatsoever, just pure intense madness.“I already ate.” He whispered seductively leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek. Amara shut her eyes in disgust.
The visceral and unsettling sensation crept over her skin making her thrash in his hold.
“Stay still.” She recoiled as his lips descended to her neck. She tried not to flinch. She shouldn’t feel this way cause Rafael was her husband. But she couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease.
No matter who he was, she did not give him her consent. He was violating both her space andboundaries.
Gathering her courage, she struggled with newfound energy.
“Let go!” She hissed at him as Rafael chuckled to her shock.
