Lonely Bride

SARAH POV

I said nothing, and I locked my lips with his.

We moved our lips to the sink. I poured all my emotions into this kiss. Holding his face, I pull towards him, coming to my toe.

A few tears dropped from my eyes after hearing him.

I always wanted someone I could call mine. And look at my bad luck. I always had one, but I never knew about this.

His hands were circling me from my waist, holding me protectively and taking all my weight on him.

Damn heels aren’t helpful at his height. I thought in between the kisses and rolled my eyes.

After kissing each other hard, we parted, and I saw his Solan lips. Looking at them, I bit my lips to control my smile, but I felt the same on my lips as well.

Gosh, sometimes we humans become animals, I guess. Look at the way we kissed each other. I thought.

His gray eyes were looking my way, as if reading my soul.

“I do not know how long I have been waiting for this,” he said, joining our foreheads with each other.

I stayed home. Suddenly, I felt shy and a little embarrassed about my actions.

“You know you do not have to be shy about anything. I am your husband, and you have a full right to me.” He muttered, looking into my eyes, and I was just gawking at him.

“Do you want to eat something, or are you planning to eat me?” He smirks at his cocky statements.

“I guess you will be enough to stuff me,” I replied with the same cockiness.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He smirked, and all my confidence flew out of the window.

My hormones are warning me to accept his request, but my ego isn’t ready for the same.

“I guess Mr. Hudson will be a good dessert,” I said, opening and closing his shirt button.

“But later, baby.” He spoke, nuzzling my hair.

“Come, let us feed you something.” He said he again dragged me towards the table and served all my favorite dishes on my plate.

“You are not eating with me?” I asked, looking at the plate in his hand.

“Do not worry about me. Now come.” He said he again dragged me towards the table and settled me down on the chair after dragging his chair near mine.

“Open” by keeping a fork of chicken casserole in front of my mouth.

I obliged by opening my mouth and eating the yummy casserole.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes the moment the delicious flavor touched my tongue.

I opened my eyes and saw him gulping his saliva.

Oh, how stupid I am. I am eating all alone. I haven’t even asked him to eat a little with me. I thought.

Taking the fork from his hand, I took some pasta, kept it in front of him, and nodded to him to open his mouth.

He shakes his head.

“What? Food is mouth-watering, you know? And I know you want to eat too.” I said, smirking.

“How come you know I want to eat?” He asked, arching his eyebrows.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“I saw you gulping your saliva,” I said, looking down and smiling.

“So, you thought my mouth was watering because of food?” He asked, looking quite surprised.

I looked here and there and said, “What else could be the reason?” I said it sarcastically.

“You.” He said this, taking the fork back from me.

“Me? Your mouth was watering just looking at me. I laugh like a kid saying this.

“You do not know how much I want to devour this food of mine.” He said it, poking my nose playfully, and I flushed at his statement.

“Now come on, eat.” He ordered, and I obliged with no further argument.

SARAH POV

Without saying anything, I locked my lips with his.

We moved our lips to the sink. I poured all my emotions into this kiss. Holding his face, I pull towards him, coming to my toe.

A few tears dropped from my eyes after hearing him.

I always wanted someone I could call mine. And look at my bad luck. I always had one, but I never knew about this.

His hands were circling me from my waist, holding me protectively and taking all my weight on him.

Damn heels aren’t helpful at his height. I thought in between the kisses and rolled my eyes.

After kissing each other hard, we parted, and I saw his Solan lips. Looking at them, I bit my lips to control my smile, but I felt the same on my lips as well.

Gosh, sometimes we humans become animals, I guess. Look at the way we kissed each other. I thought.

His gray eyes were looking my way, as if reading my soul.

“I do not know how long I have been waiting for this,” he said, joining our foreheads with each other.

I stayed home. Suddenly, I felt shy and a little embarrassed about my actions.

“You know you do not have to be shy about anything. I am your husband, and you have a full right to me.” He muttered, looking into my eyes, and I was just gawking at him.

“Do you want to eat something, or are you planning to eat me?” He smirks at his cocky statements.

“I guess you will be enough to stuff me,” I replied with the same cockiness.

“Then what are you waiting for?” He smirked, and all my confidence flew out of the window.

My hormones are warning me to accept his request, but my ego isn’t ready for the same.

“I guess Mr. Hudson will be a good dessert,” I said, opening and closing his shirt button.

“But later, baby.” He spoke, nuzzling my hair.

“Come, let us feed you something.” He said he again dragged me towards the table and served all my favorite dishes on my plate.

“You are not eating with me?” I asked, looking at the plate in his hand.

“Do not worry about me. Now come.” He said he again dragged me towards the table and settled me down on the chair after dragging his chair near mine.

“Open” by keeping a fork of chicken casserole in front of my mouth.

I obliged by opening my mouth and eating the yummy casserole.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes the moment the delicious flavor touched my tongue.

I opened my eyes and saw him gulping his saliva.

Oh, how stupid I am. I am eating all alone. I haven’t even asked him to eat a little with me. I thought.

Taking the fork from his hand, I took some pasta, kept it in front of him, and nodded to him to open his mouth.

He shakes his head.

“What? Food is mouth-watering, you know? And I know you want to eat too.” I said, smirking.

“How come you know I want to eat?” He asked, arching his eyebrows.

“I saw you gulping your saliva,” I said, looking down and smiling.

“So, you thought my mouth was watering because of food?” He asked, looking quite surprised.

I looked here and there and said, “What else could be the reason?” I said it sarcastically.

“You.” He said this, taking the fork back from me.

“Me? Your mouth was watering just looking at me. I laugh like a kid saying this.

“You do not know how much I want to devour this food of mine.” He said it, poking my nose playfully, and I flushed at his statement.

“Now come and eat.” He ordered, and I obliged with no further argument.

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