A wife for my brother

– What do you think will happen now? –

– What we have been waiting for?

– How can you be sure? –

– I can’t, I just know. Send the envelope to me… just in case –

– It will come to me! –

– No, it won’t… Just send me the envelope and I’ll let you know –

He was worried about her reaction, about her expression, about those dull eyes that looked at him in the hospital. But he prepared himself in case his fears were true.

He found her in the living room with the children, as if nothing had happened. She greeted him as usual, they ate dinner as usual, and Daniel told his children about their little cousin.

– Who does she look like? – Naomi asked.

– She’s too young to know –

– Have you seen her, Deanna? –

– No, not yet…

– When they get out of the hospital they’ll stay with your grandparents for a while and then you can meet them.

Daniel looked at her, but she didn’t look back. She pretended not to notice.

He waited for her in the room, but Deanna did not return. Her last action of the day before going to sleep was to cuddle Jonathan, but she took her time. He wanted to ask her alone, he was ready to answer everything without lies. He wanted to risk her anger with the truth, he knew what Laura had told her.

He was tired of waiting for her, wasn’t she going to bed? When he got up to go get her, Deanna came in. She closed the door, looked at him and started to undress without saying anything. Daniel just froze, he hadn’t expected that from her. On the contrary, he had expected an argument.

And yet her face looked angry; the red cheeks, the bright eyes, the dead mouth grimace. She was angry, very angry.

– You’re a liar,” she told him.

– Deanna…

– No… You’re a liar, Laura told me everything. You kept it from me…

She scolded him naked, but she didn’t lose her cool.

– Yes, I never wanted to tell you –

– Why didn’t you? –

– Because I’m afraid you’ll leave me… again –

– I feel used…

– I have never lied to you about how I feel about you, nor have I ever used you –

– I know that… But I’m still angry with you…

– Forgive me…

– What else are you hiding? –

– Nothing.

She looked into his eyes, and apparently what she saw in them convinced her that he was telling the truth.

– Harry betrayed me in everything… –

– He was afraid too.

– But no, he has no right over me to dispose of my life as he pleases –

– Do you regret it? –

– No, I don’t regret meeting you or loving you or marrying you, even though it was a farce long before… He took away my power to make my own decisions, to choose… Laura also hid things from me –

– I’m sorry, Deanna…

She was about to cry again, she could feel the tears building up.

-I don’t want to cry anymore,” she told him as if begging him.

Daniel approached her, still a little confused by her nakedness.

– Don’t do it, don’t cry –

– Help me… I forget everything when you touch me –

He thought that they would have a fight, that the fight could not be avoided. But what he had in front of him was actually a wounded heart looking for comfort. All fragile, all beautiful, all full of wounds. And it was begging him to save her.

He twisted his fingers through her tangled hair and drew her lips to his. An innocent kiss that hardly felt there. But Deanna didn’t need that, didn’t need patience and gentleness; that wasn’t how she wanted to heal his wounds.

It surprised him when she began to touch him, his intentions were to create a cocoon for her where she could hide; Deanna’s were different. She entered his mouth without asking his permission, she never did. The rhythm of her hand on him and the rhythm of her lips were the same. Rage had taken control of his desire.

The hairs on the back of Daniel’s neck stood on end. The touch and those bold kisses that used everything in him quickened his pulse to an unbelievable speed. He had to push her hand away, earning an angry moan and the violence of her lips increasing. Deanna pressed her body against his, seeking more contact.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

– Why are you always dressed? – Her breathing was ragged.

– Because you never give me time for anything… – His, more.

She wanted to touch him again, but Daniel wouldn’t let her. She struggled more and more with her pinned wrist. She tried the other hand, but she couldn’t get it either. Soon she found herself pinned against the dressing room door with both wrists held above her head. She was furious.

She could not free herself. He hid his face in her neck to kiss it, to soothe her. His hot breath caressed her skin. All his open, wet, impatient kisses were for her. Deanna’s body throbbed, burned, demanded more. Her moans became whimpers, desperate pleas. Daniel’s calmness shook her, it seemed he was deliberately torturing her by denying her what she needed.

But he took pity on her, put his leg between hers, and Deanna was finally able to free herself. Her movements were hasty and shameless; it never ceased to amaze him that she had no shame. And at the same time that it unsettled him, it excited him; it aroused his instinct to have her and to tame her boldness.

Deanna’s face changed as she moved on his leg. He watched her, and with each small gesture, the strength in her wrists grew. She was close. For a second, it crossed his mind to deny her this release; but watching her reach it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her little moans, the contortions of her body and the imperceptible tremors triggered something in his heart that clouded his reason.

And she gave him that vision again: her mouth open, struggling for oxygen in her lungs, her eyes wet, her skin warm and soft, and her hair out of control. All inflamed for him. He looked down at his pant leg.

-Look what you did…

She looked down and smiled at him. That smile, that proud, smug smile. The same one that made him eat her mouth to erase it. Without letting go of her wrists, he led her to the bed and let her lie down while he began to undress. But she didn’t give him a break, using her own hands to run down her body without taking her eyes off of him.

She propped her feet up on the sheets and spread her knees, offering herself. Lasciviously.

-You provoke me…” She whispered, guessing what he was thinking.

He took her without waiting, he could never wait with her. She made him desperate. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, lifting her hips more, accompanying his movements, pushing with her heels, arching her back. She asked him for more, for everything.

As much as he wanted to, Daniel couldn’t stop. He had to get the rage out of her body and out of her heart.

– That’s how you like it… –

– Yessssss…

– Ask for it…

– Please… please… –

She wasn’t even shy about begging him. Nor was she shy about telling him out loud what he was provoking her with dirty and vulgar words that flattered his manhood. Daniel felt the contractions of her body trapping him and forcing him to speed up, his face hidden between her breasts and his breath coming in gasps.