Page 14 of Blood & Lace
My words died off as pain seared over my cheek bone. My flesh had parted and hot drips of blood rolled down my face. I touched the thin cut from the knife. He'd thrown it at me.
Onyx's face was smug as he smirked at me. His lip curled up showing his left canine.
I pulled my fingers away to examine the bright crimson liquid painting my fingertips. "Thank you."
"Thank you? What?"
My lips stretched in a wide grin as happiness spread like a wildfire through every single one of my limbs. I turned around and yanked the knife free of the wall. There was a small slender hole left behind. I should mark it. Like when people marked their children's heights against the doorjamb. It would say “Onyx and Lucero's Honeymoon” with the date. The more I thought about it, the better the idea sounded. I headed out in search of a marker.
"Hey!" Onyx's voice carried throughout the entire cabin. "Get back here now!"
"Grabbing something." I didn't want him to worry, but I needed to do this before I forgot. I found a permanent marker in the kitchen and rushed back to his side. I scribbled our names next to the hole and smiled as I took a step back to admire it. "Oh, wait." I gathered some of the blood from my cut and smeared it on the wall. "There."
"Je suis en enfer avec un idiot."
"What does that mean?" I asked. I really wished I'd brought the French books with me. I wasn't making any headway but I'd keep trying until I could talk to Onyx in his native language.
"I said you're so sweet for that."
He gets me.
"You know, I could really show off if you remove these cuffs."
I contemplated it and shook my head at the end. "I'm sorry but I can't just yet. Don't worry, this won't be every day, just for right now." I turned to go finish up dinner when Onyx's next words gave me pause.
"You can sleep in the bed with me."
My heart felt as if it had done a full stop before picking up speed. "You mean?—"
"With clothes on," Onyx rushed out. "All you have to do is release me."
I shouldn't, but then I'd miss out on the chance to be in bed with him.
"We're married and husbands are supposed to sleep in the same bed, anyway, right?"
Yes, but Onyx had been adamant he wasn't ready yet.
"You want to, right?" He bit his bottom lip drawing it in. I wished instead that it was my flesh being chewed on.
"Of course." I was in bed in seconds. Onyx jumped back a bit, at least as much as the restraints would allow. Red droplets decorated the sheets, and I grimaced, completely forgetting the cut on my face in favor of taking Onyx up on his offer. "But are you ready?"
His ashen blue eyes looked away from me for a second. "Why wouldn't I be?" He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I won't run, so you can trust me." His thick brows lowered. "You do trust me, right?"
"Yes." I pulled the key from my back pocket and unlocked his ankles first. I expected him to kick me, but when he just pulled them up and under him, I moved forward. His wrists were a little raw from rubbing against the tight metal of the cuffs. I grimaced as I focused on releasing him. The moment I did, I rubbed his hands and arms. "Does it hurt?"
"Do you care?"
"Of course." I bent over and pressed my lips against the abused flesh. A single second didn't pass before Onyx snatched his arm free. He rolled out of bed and was on the side of the room in the span of a breath.
I got out of the bed, wishing he'd come closer to me instead of running. And to think only a few days ago, he was stalking me.
Onyx's stomach growled, cutting the silence in the room.
"You're hungry. Good, I made food."
His cheeks filled with a deep red hue that traveled up his slender neck. It was another side of him that I eagerly filed intomy memory. Just as fast as it had come, the blush was gone, and Onyx was back to glaring at me.
"Come on," I said as I headed out of the room. If he took the chance to run, I'd catch him and carry him back again. Then feed him. "Sit, I'll plate your food." I went over to the stove, giving my husband my back. I could feel Onyx's gaze locked on me. It didn't feel so much like a caress but instead like needles driving into my flesh. It was hot as fuck.
