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I’ve never felt this alive, this masculine, this protective over someone. I was the first man to conquer her, I’ve been where nobody else has been and I already know I’d die for her and kill anything that tries to burst our bubble.
“Maker?” Madlen whispers and I hum. “Are we happy?” She twists the ring on her finger, simultaneously twisting my heart because I need that thing to stay firmly on her hand. Need every man she comes across to know that she’s taken.
“Or were we happy should I say?” she continues. “Before the amnesia?”
“I like to think so,” I reply in a strained voice. “Why do you ask that?”
My heart pounds as I wait for her answer and she slowly shakes her head.
“It’s just that everything feels so unfamiliar. This house, this bed...even your kisses.”
It’s too hard to respond. I don’t want to keep on lying to her but keeping her with me is more important.
“You’ll get used to it eventually and then it won’t feel so unfamiliar anymore.”
“If you say so. I believe everything that you tell me.” She wraps her arms around me. “I trust you. I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”
Just a couple of hours ago she didn’t feel that way. Then she was ready to walk out on me and never come back. Maybe her memory loss was fates way of keeping us entwined. I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. Fate? I’m starting to sound like some of my rambling patients. I’m a man of science, of reason but as soon as I look into Madlen’s eyes that goes out the window.
There’s no right or wrong between us. Only need. And heat. I groan when she rubs her thighs together. Already eager for more and she doesn’t have to say anything. I know what she wants and I make sure to give it to her, sliding my hand to her center and she lets out a moan in relief. Her nipples peak, her stomach heaves and she flicks her tongue out for a kiss. We interlace and I make love to her until the bedpost smashes a dent in the wall and she lets out little sounds of surprise when she notices ribbons of white sliding down her thighs.
“It’s so much,” she says with flushing cheeks and her eyes flutter. “I feel fulfilled, Maker. Will you always make me feel fulfilled?”
“Always,” I rasp, gently stroking her face even though I want to scream to the skies that I love her and will always be faithful and cherish her until my last breath.
Before we fall asleep, she whispers, “If we ever have a baby, I want it to have your eyes.”
Her words make my chest explode and I hold back a sudden urge to shed a couple of tears. What we are is a lie. But it is the most perfect, blissful lie and I would choose it over a hundred truths.
6
Madlen
My hair is sticking to my face even though Maker opened a window sometime during the night and the room is cool. But beneath the covers it’s a different story and I squirm. He’s still fast asleep, hugging me from behind and snoring lightly but I’m wide awake. I’ve been wide awake for a couple of minutes now and I wiggle free.
He lets out a disturbed groan and his lids flutter but he doesn’t wake up. Sliding out of the bed, I walk over to the closet and look for some clothes to wear. It’s so strange how the clothes hanging in the closet are so different from the clothes I wore yesterday. Almost like they belong to a woman who knows how to own the room she walks into, knows how to own this house.
I throw an unsure glance at the garments from yesterday, thinking that I don’t really fit in with all this extravagance. A low sigh exhales from my lips. I need to be honest with myself. It’s not about the luxury. It’s about Maker. It’s him I somehow don’t match with. He’s so extremely sophisticated that I don’t know how I will be able to live up to it and I tug at one of the hangers.
“Not that one,” Maker whispers into my neck and I jump because I didn’t hear him. He’s still naked, his muscles brimming with intelligent power and his erection presses into my back and my face heats. Clasping my wrist he makes me drop the garment I was holding and reaches for a white boucle dress. “This one. Wear this along with some pearls in your ears.”
White? Pearls? How bridal. He helps me put the clothes on, drags white pantyhose over my legs and says,
“I can’t wait to remove the garter from you on the day we marry. But I’m afraid it’s going to happen in private.”
“Why?” I whisper and his eyes stir.
“I don’t want any witnesses.” His voice lowers. “I don’t want them to witness any passion transpiring between us.”
“Why?” I whisper again and he bores his eyes into mine.
“Because then they will see just how deep my obsession for you goes. And it will make them uncomfortable; they will complain...raise concerns. “ His eyes harden. “Protest.”
Licking my lips, I breathe. “Are you saying you don’t want any guests at the wedding?”
A pained sound comes out of his mouth but his erection is raging as if that is exactly what he needs. As if he needs the privacy. The discretion. “I don’t want to deprive you of anything, beloved,” he grits out sounding guilty but I still ask,
“What about your parents? Your siblings? Your friends...?”
