Page 29 of Broken Innocence
I did have to send those gifts. Because she's my girl, and every instinct inside me says to spoil her. To protect her. To provide for her every need.
Those few presents were only the beginning, a fraction of what my wife deserves.
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DAYS LATER
“Why do you watch these?” My palm rests on Eden’s stomach, the warmth of my hand helpful for her cramps. It sucks that her period started on our honeymoon, but it’ll take a lot more than some blood to stop me from fucking my wife every chance I get.
Something she'll learn soon enough.
“ASMR videos help me relax. They’re soothing.”
“Lounging on the beach isn’t relaxing enough for you?” The villa boasts a private beach where we've spent several hours this afternoon on a massive canopied bed. House staff set up a small table full of fruit, cheese, wine, and water, and I’ve been vigilant with ensuring Eden’s pale skin is properly covered in sunscreen.
“It all works in tandem.”
I'll take her word for it as I leave Eden to her videos and focus on rubbing soothing circles over her lower abdomen.
“Why did you skip that one?” I ask several minutes later.
The previous video had two young women in low cut tanks. One girl began massaging the other’s shoulders and chest. It verged right on the line of inappropriate for a public forum, though based on the number of likes I saw before Eden swiped up, viewers didn’t mind.
“Videos like that one make me uncomfortable. The women are overly exposed unlike the usual clips, and there’s almost this dead look in their eyes.” Eden shrugs a shoulder. “Maybe I’m reading too much into a sixty-second shot, but I’d rather watch something that gives me positive tingles rather than negative vibes.”
“Positive tingles?”
“That’s what all the ASMR people call it. Tingles. I liken it to goosebumps from feeling good.”
We watch a few more videos when Eden shifts with a quiet groan. Her phone falls to the bed as she rolls to her back and scrunches her eyes closed.
“Cramps still being a bitch?” My hand adds a little more pressure to her stomach like I can physically stop her pain.
“Yeah. I wish the ibuprofen would kick in already.” She'd popped a few pills about a half hour ago when the pain ratcheted higher.
“Would a different kind of distraction help?”
“Like what?”
“Like orgasms.”
“I'm on my period, Luca.”
“I know. That's why we're having this conversation.”
She shades her eyes as she looks up at the clear sky, her brow wrinkling in confusion. “We're outside.”
Oh, my innocent little Butterfly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EDEN
The Mediterranean Sea sparkles under the midday sun, but its warmth combined with my period hormones add a sweaty film to my skin that doesn’t lend itself toward feeling sexy. That doesn’t seem to bother Luca, though, as one of his hands abandons my cramping stomach to wedge between my legs.
“We could be in the middle of the Colosseum with an audience of thousands, and I’d still want to fuck you,” he murmurs, his teeth scraping across the fluttering pulse in my neck. “I don’t care where we are. If you’re on your period or not. I crave every part of you, and nothing will stop me from claiming it.”
My thighs clench as a gush of arousal and blood seeps out. Period cup be damned in the middle of my husband’s seduction, apparently. The ache in my lower abdomen pulsates in time with the throb of my clit.
