Isabella quickly released her embrace, looking at Hunter with a relieved smile, unable to hide her happiness at seeing him again after just a few hours without him.
"I was so worried about you," she said.
"You don't need to worry about me. You know I'm not paralyzed, so I'm not going to slip out of my wheelchair," Hunter replied with a thin smile.
Isabella pouted. "That's not the point!"
"Then what is it?"
Isabella walked toward the sofa, wrapping her arm around Hunter's waist as they moved together.
"Of course, I'm worried Davin will mess with you because he has dirt on me... I'm afraid he'll humiliate you more, break your heart, or even create new problems that will get you into trouble," she said anxiously, sitting down next to Hunter.
She kept pouting while looking at her husband, who seemed relaxed as if he didn't understand her concerns.
"Why are you still smiling?" she asked.
"Do you feel better?" Hunter asked back, touching her neck, cheek, and forehead. "I think the fever's gone."
"I'm fine, but I'm dying of curiosity!" Isabella snapped, frustrated. "Why won't you answer my question? What are you hiding? Are we in big trouble?"
"No!" Hunter replied shortly.
Isabella was stunned, frowning. "What? What does that mean?"
"I can only answer that for the question before the last one," Hunter said, raising an eyebrow, then pinched Isabella's cheek. "Don't look at me like that, you'll get even cuter and make me want you even more," he teased.
"Hunter…" Isabella sighed. "I'm serious… Why are you—"
"I want my wife," Hunter murmured.
"What?"
"I can't explain anything before I get what I want," Hunter said, his gaze filled with desire as he looked at Isabella's lips. "Can I have what's mine now?" he asked, his hand sliding over her thigh, still covered by gray pants.
Isabella swallowed hard, turning her face away. "I... I…" She was confused, looking back at Hunter, who wanted her.
"What's gotten into you? Why do you suddenly want me? What's possessing you?" she wondered.
"Nothing possesses me; but I'll always want you, honey..." Hunter stood up. "I won't say anything until we do it. I need to handle something in the kitchen; I hope you'll be ready when I come back to the bedroom." He walked toward the kitchen, not caring about Isabella's reaction to his words.
Isabella exhaled sharply, leaning back against the sofa, watching Hunter walk away. Her mind drifted to thoughts of his meeting with the sly Davin.
'From his calm attitude, I think he's already solved this problem. But why does he suddenly want me? I thought he didn't want me anymore after yesterday's argument. He's so confusing!' she grumbled inwardly, getting up from the sofa and heading to the bedroom.
...
When she arrived in the bedroom, Isabella went to the dressing room and opened the wardrobe, gazing at rows of bras and matching underwear in various styles and colors.
"Should I get ready?" She grabbed a sheer dusty pink bra with a butterfly pattern. "But why? He's annoying… But… But he saved me from a big problem…"
She took the bra and smiled.
"But... There's no mistake in giving him what he wants... Maybe after that, I'll sleep well... I'll be satisfied!" She chuckled, imagining Hunter's body, how powerful yet gentle he was, able to make her feel pleasure again and again. His scent, the softness of his lips, the warmth of his hands, even the coolness of his tongue as it explored her femininity.
"Oh, shit!" she breathed sharply. "I want him so much… and I should want him... I can't let him down… Besides, he'll give me an explanation!"
Excitedly, she grabbed the bra, matching it with a pair of thin, dusty pink panties with a butterfly pattern, and a sheer white robe. She quickly changed into them after taking off her previous clothes.
Afterward, she turned to the vanity, opening a drawer filled with perfumes. She picked up a luxury square red bottle, spraying it on her chest, underarms, and neck.
"Um, he loves the scent between my legs," she said with a smile, spraying perfume there as well. She was fully ready, with no more hesitation!
Suddenly, her phone rang with Melanie Martinez's "Playdate" as the ringtone. She grabbed it from her old pants pocket, seeing an incoming call from Joe.
"Joe…" She bit her lower lip, thinking of her ex-boyfriend. 'If I answer, we'll talk for too long, and Hunter will find out and be disappointed. I don't want to upset him after he fought for me after we've faced so much today... I don't want to ruin the mood and miss out on Hunter's explanation,' she thought nervously, turning off her phone and placing it back in the drawer.
"Honey?"
She quickly closed the drawer when she heard Hunter call her, turning around to see him entering the dressing room.
"Hey," she greeted him with a nervous smile.
Hunter bit his lower lip, smiling, his gaze traveling over Isabella, so beautiful and sexy. In an instant, desire flared in him as he approached her, his eyes repeatedly scanning her from top to bottom.
"What?" Isabella took a small step back, resting her hips against the vanity, but Hunter wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close until their bodies were pressed together.
Her heart raced, feeling Hunter's hardness against her stomach, as he was taller than her. His intense gaze and familiar scent sent shivers down her spine, warmth pooling in her lower body as she bit her lower lip instinctively.
"This is just the beginning," she whispered.
"What?" Hunter murmured back.
"Ugh..." Isabella quickly turned her head away, pushing Hunter away and walking toward the door. "I mean, I need to take my medicine... I don't want to get a fever again."
"You can't!" Hunter grabbed Isabella from behind. "You don't need medicine because I have something better than that."
"What's that?"
"Um... Let's see." Hunter smiled, guiding her toward the bed without letting go, resting his chin on her back, occasionally kissing her neck.
Isabella struggled to walk and giggled.
"You're making it hard for me to walk!"
"Hehehe, I know, but I love it."
"Are we going to do this? Don't you want to tell me about your meeting with David?" Isabella asked, stopping next to the bed and noticing two glasses of milk. "Milk?"
"Yes... I found it in the kitchen. I remember Grandma bought it for us so we'd be stronger when…"
"I get it!" Isabella blushed, smiling shyly, then released Hunter's embrace and turned to face him. "But should I? I'm not feeling well. I need medicine, and I also need to take a birth control pill. I can't take pills with milk." She explained patiently, while Hunter pouted.
"I don't mean to disappoint you, but…"
"I understand," Hunter interrupted, smiling. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed one glass of milk. "I'll drink yours too." He quickly drank his glass of white milk.
Isabella swallowed, watching Hunter down his glass, then grabbed hers and drank that too.
'Oh my… He drank both glasses, of strong milk... How will I keep up with him if I'm not feeling well?' she wondered, eyes wide, imagining Hunter even more energetic. "Looks like my back's going to ache," she muttered.
Hunter finished the milk, set the glasses aside, and then smiled at Isabella.
"I'm done!"
"Oh… Yeah, um…" Isabella smiled nervously. "I need to take my pill..." She opened a drawer, took out a blister pack of 27 pills, grabbed one, and swallowed it.
After taking her birth control pill, Isabella reached for a small bottle of fever medicine and drank that too, following it with water from a gray Tupperware bottle on the table.
'Oh, damn… He's ready!' she thought, glancing at Hunter, who was pulling off his knitted sweater, revealing his muscular body.
"Have you taken everything?" Hunter asked.
Isabella choked a little.
"Hey!" Hunter quickly stood up, moving toward her, rubbing her back with his right hand while his left took the Tupperware bottle and set it down. "You need to be careful, even when drinking!"
"It's okay…" Isabella sighed, then sat on the edge of the bed.
Hunter sat beside her, frowning slightly as he looked at her.
"I'm okay," Isabella repeated, smiling. "Don't worry, I just choked a bit!" she added, but her smile faded as she saw Hunter's serious gaze.
"I know you don't want to do this," Hunter said.
Isabella shook her head. "No, that's not true at all!"
"How could you think that? I even prepared myself. I'm not refusing you at all..." She reassured him, caressing his chest, biting her lower lip for a moment as her heart raced. "I can't deny that I've become addicted... I don't care about what comes next, but being with you like this is something I love."
"Really?"
"Yes…" Isabella nodded, then cupped Hunter's face, gazing deeply into his eyes. "I love it when we enjoy these intimate moments without worrying about anything else... It's like a vacation for me…"
"Just for vacation," Hunter whispered.
"It might become more than that," Isabella replied anxiously. "Please... I don't want to refuse you... I want you... I want my husband..." she pleaded as if she was afraid that Hunter would cancel their intimate plans.
Hunter gave a slight smile, then quickly pulled Isabella in and kissed her lips, so softly, while his hand moved down to caress her breasts, which were covered by a thin transparent bra, he could even see her cute pink nipples.
"Eumh... I want you..." Isabella moaned, occasionally biting Hunter's lower lip.
"Say you're mine," Hunter whispered.
"Yeah... I'm yours... I'm your wife!"
Hunter gently pushed Isabella to lie down, then immediately hovered over her, kissing her again while his right hand continued to squeeze her breasts, alternating between the right and left.
Struggling to return the kiss while feeling the ticklish sensation from Hunter's hand, Isabella couldn't hold back her moans. She wrapped her arms around her husband's head, messing up his hair, her legs squirming as his hand reached between her thighs.
"Ugh..."
"I want your milk," Hunter whispered, ending the kiss and moving down until his face met Isabella's breasts. He started kissing them, giving them soft licks, while his right hand continued its actions below.
Isabella closed her eyes, lost in the ticklish and pleasurable sensations, until she felt warm moisture seeping from her womanhood, soaking through her thin and transparent underwear.