Chapter 31: My Wife
At the farmhouse...
Bella’s restlessness grew, sweat beads pricking her brow. "It’s hot," she mumbled, rubbing her throat. Her fingers danced unsteadily against the buttons of her blouse.
Theodore, seated beside her, watched with growing concern. Just yesterday, they had met, and she had been okay, all enthusiastic and determined. But now she was fragile and vulnerable.
Questions swirled in his mind. Why did she go to a dangerous place like that alone in the first place? What was she doing with those thugs? Those weren’t the kind of people common men willingly associated with. Had they taken her by force?
A cold shiver slithered down his spine. Kidnapping? That was the only explanation for Bella’s state. Otherwise, she wouldn’t end up like that.
’What kind of trouble are you in?’ he thought, frustration twisting with his worry. ’What are you hiding, Bella?’
"Why is it so hot here?" she slurred, the heat seemingly more oppressive than before. Her hand fumbled again, this time, unbuttoning her blouse.
"That’s enough!" Theodore growled, pinning her hands above her head to stop her.
The closeness seemed to soothe Bella. Her body, radiating heat, leaned instinctively towards his. "You’re cool," she murmured, a hazy sweetness in her voice. "You feel so good." Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she leaned in, seeking his touch.
Theodore was momentarily thrown off balance. Her body’s heat, the softness of her skin, it all beckoned to him. His dormant desire flared up, and a primal urge to claim her surged within him, almost overpowering his better judgment.
Bella’s hands reached for his collar, pulling him even closer. A soft moan escaped her lips, sending a jolt through him. The line between concern and desire blurred, leaving Theodore caught in a whirlwind of emotions as he struggled to keep control of the sweltering heat.
Theodore didn’t stop her. He watched, a mix of desire and concern warring within him, as Bella’s feverish touch traced scorching marks on his neck. Her every touch electrified him. His Adam’s apple bobbed, heat spreading inside out.