Page 63 of Eternal

“So fucking delectable.” He groans.

I gape at him, my eyes begging him to just fuck me. At this point, I’d be willing to fuck in front of everyone if that means his cock is in me. Goddamn. We are just as bad as Serena and Abe. However, my thoughts come to a crashing stop when family approaches us, noticing we are hiding by the bar.

“How is married life?” His aunt Margaret questions, sipping on her martini glass.

“Are you guys trying yet?” Her daughter asks on top of it too.

“You know we were already pregnant by 6 months after being married,” His aunt chimes in again.

A whole barrage of questions and comments about our relationship is thrown at us. I lean into Soren, hoping he would be willing to answer the questions.

I listen to Soren about our honeymoon and our picturesque living situation, embellishing all of it. Because the reality of it is, it's been hard for both of us to adjust to the new living arrangements. I miss the question but perk up at the mention of children again.

“We are waiting for a while before deciding to have kids. We enjoy our married life and want to keep it that way,” Soren answers with little to no emotion on his face.

He gets like this around family or other people in general. Cold. Emotionless.

“Freya, how do you feel about this? I mean, you are in your prime. It’s a perfect time to have children. It won’t get any easier, plus given your age difference, Soren should have kids when he’s younger rather than in his forties," His aunt comments again.

“Um.” I draw a blank as it dawns on me; I don’t even know how old he is. Does he know how old I am? “We want to wait, both of us. We know it won’t be easy, but given that I am younger,” I emphasize younger while I side-eye Soren, “We think it’d be best to let me live my life a little longer before locking in with babies.” I say sullenly.

I want this conversation to end so badly, wishing I could retreat, but that would mean leaving Soren’s side. Why do people always feel the need to comment on how we’re supposed to live our lives? Soren notices my change in behavior and pulls me away into a separate area, excusing us.

"How much longer until we can leave?" I ask Soren, but I'm interrupted as my mother approaches us.Just when I thought we would get a few moments alone together.

“There you are. I saw you at the bar, then you disappeared. Come on, it’s almost time to sing happy birthday to your father.” My mother pulls Soren and me back into the crowded living room.

Serena appears from the kitchen with a cake in her hands. “Happy Birthday” erupts through the air, and so does the delicious buzzing against my clit. I try to sing through it, focusing on Serena carrying the cake. When he switches it off again. I breathe out, but just as quick as he turns it off, it comes to life again. Everyone’s clapping around me, but I can’t hear them over the thumping of my heart in my throat. My vision starts to turn black, and I begin to nearly pant.

“Come,” He whispers in my ear.

And I do. My knees buckle underneath me, and he wraps his arm around me tightly. Earth-shattering waves crash through me as I come on his command. I put my hand over my mouth and close my eyes. I do everything I can to not draw attention to us. Fireworks dance across my eyes as I squeeze them shut. It takes a moment for my body to come down from its high before I can open my eyes again. I look up at Soren with a dazed look on my face. He looks down at me and presses a kiss on my forehead. My cheeks are flushed at this point, and I still feel weak in my knees.

Another family member approaches us, his cousin, I believe. “My dear, are you okay? You don’t look like you’re feeling well.”

I open my mouth to answer that I’m okay when Soren speaks up, “We are just exhausted from the flight and the events of tonight. We are going to bed now. Good night, Margaret,” Soren says dryly, dragging me up to the stairs.

I stare up at the stairs when Soren picks me up.

“Thank you, I don’t think I’d be able to make it.” My brain is still in a fog from that orgasm.

Soren chuckles. “You’re in for a long night. You did so well following my rules. Learned your lesson from the last time, huh?”

I suck in a breath but feel myself start to drip with desire again.

We woke the following day tangled in each other’s limbs in my old bedroom. Storm lies down by our feet and looks at us in disgust as we wake her from sleep with our movement.

“Good morning, my darling.” Soren yawns next to me. He pulls me closer to him as if it were even possible. “Did you sleep well, Freya?”

I hum a yes when we’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Soren jolts quickly to pull the covers over us. A thin white sheet would expose us to a whole lot that the other person probably wouldn’t want to see.

“What?” I bark out, upset that someone stomped all over our bubble.

“It’s breakfast time,” My mom says from the other side in her sing-songy voice. Rarely does she sound anything but happy.

Soren groans, pulling the blanket down a little more. I get a good look at his body stretched out next to me, and I drink him in.

“Like what you see, baby?” Soren smirks.

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