"Ethan's point of view ,"
"Please never again challenge your husband, Mrs. Woods." I didn't notice how close we were holding each other since I was so preoccupied with dousing her body in the sand while I held her in my arms.
Her hands are resting on my shoulders. And her face is right next to mine. She was moving the saliva up and down in her throat to moisten it. I wanted to find out if she was thirsty. Yet I could tell she was nervous because of the vibration in her body.
Is she uneasy because she feels my proximity to her? This is not possible.
When Stella Parker is in proximity to me, I can not imagine her feeling nervous. I'm not sure why, but ever since she told me that her waist is a delicate area of her body, my hands have touched her waist a lot.
It's smooth to feel the need to touch her waist. Every time I keep my hand on her waist, I can't help but want to touch her entire body.
What if I put my lips on her waist?
Oh, no, what lustful thoughts am I having? What is occurring to me? I've never felt a pull toward a girl before. Yet I'm not sure what type of magnetic force Stella Parker possesses that keeps drawing me to her.
"Mr. Woods, let me go." She attempted to free her body from my hold.
Yet, her low voice and her struggle to break free of my hold were clearly showing me she was also having a similar thought after sensing my closeness. Instead of gazing into my eyes as usual, she was this time fixated on my body.
"Mr. Woods, please release me." This time, her sweet voice echoed in my ears. I'm not sure why, but I suddenly wanted to hold her even closer. My ability to restrain this need that is growing within me is getting harder now.
Oh, no! She started rubbing my torso with her fingers once more.
Please don't do this, Stella. I want to stop her from doing this, but she will undoubtedly tease me if I say that my torso is a sensitive area of my body like her waist is.
"What are your intentions, Mrs. Woods?" I took hold of her waist and drew her body in my direction. She probably wasn't expecting my sudden pull, which caused her body to crash into mine.
"Please leave, Mr. Woods." With her face concealed in the crook of my neck, she said she was acting differently from what she was saying at this point. She kept pleading with me to let go of her, but her body did not try to do so. Instead, she buried her head in my neck and breathed long, hot breaths into my neck. Managing this issue was causing me even more difficulties.
"Are you certain you want me to leave you, Mrs. Woods?" I inquired as I stroked her shoulder. She did attempt to squish my shoulder with her fist. Her words and actions have varied once more, and all I can make out of her response is perplexity.
"Mrs. Woods, are you obsessed with my torso to the where you won't let go of it?" I know perfectly that she wishes to admire my powerful figure, but she is not doing so to irritate me. She admitted to having seen many models with torsos that were far superior to mine. I don't know why, but after hearing her, I became quite irate. After all, she shouldn't be praising that guy in front of me. Would she have used her finger to count the abs on other models' stunning torsos in the same way?
She can not accomplish that. Because she is my wife, she can only see me. She ought to only compliment her husband.
Keep your jealousy in check. She is only with you for the one year of your contracted marriage; after that, you will have no further contact with her. You can not show your rights to her in this manner. So, you should avoid having unnecessary dreams. My subconscious cautioned me.
Oh, really? Do you truly believe that Ethan Woods might harbor resentment towards someone? Others are envious of me, even though I am not envious of them. My male ego coerced my subconscious into thinking that I was not envious of anyone.
Please don't keep bringing up that contract because I only have faith in today. Ethan Woods does not waste time speculating about the future. I also want to kiss Stella Parker right now.
And if she refused to let you kiss her, what would you do? Again, I was questioned by my subconscious.
There is nothing that Ethan Woods can not accomplish in this world.
Right now, there is nothing in the world that can stop me from kissing my wife.
Why does my mind keep convincing me I can't assert my power over my wife? After all, in front of everyone in the church, I legally married her.
That I have no control over Stella is something my male ego vehemently rejects.
"Please look at my eyes, Mrs. Woods." I brought her face closer to mine by lifting her chin.
"Mrs. Woods, I'd like to kiss you." I said while focusing on her hazel eyes.
"You constantly accuse me of not getting your consent before touching you, but now that I'm asking, will you let me kiss you?"
To be honest, I do not know what I'm saying to her right now, but I feel like kissing her is the most vitally necessary thing in the world.
She has been standing in front of me silently with her eyes closed for a while. I have been waiting for her to respond. I don't know why Stella Parker, who never stops talking, is silent right now. Now, do I consider her silence a yes or a no?
Perhaps, yes, I listened to my subconscious and quickly crushed her lips to mine.