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Her moaning made me fight myself not to kiss her. When her eyes shut closed and she chewed on a piece of food, a beautiful sound escaped her that I wished I could cause and hear at will.

When my hands touched her smooth skin, her skin betrayed her and it tinted itself with red.

I was glad she had skin that could tell me how she felt.

I didn’t know how I got so mesmerized by a woman so quickly, but I didn’t care to fight it.

As she sat on my lap and was tasting new food, I just watched her. I felt bliss.

For most of my life, I worked day and night. On one thing or another, either taking steps to my goals or when my goals were accomplished I fought to stay on top.

Yet with I felt the most relaxed I had been for years, her smile was all I wanted to fight for.

The thought of her brought me so much relief and peace that I couldn’t think of her away.

Despite the fact she didn’t know me, besides the fact she was practically sold by her aunt she wasn’t hostile or rude. She was anything but, she acted like a perfect lady.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Even when her head was bowed in prayer, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Everything she did caught my attention.

I didn’t want her moving a finger, I wanted to be her subject. I wanted her to need me.

I knew it would take a while for her to trust me, but I didn’t mind. Oddly as impatient as I was, I was willing to wait as long as she needed.

I want her to be mine as much as I would be hers.

Cheta’s POV

I woke up feeling very well rested, but cold.

Even colder than I did most harmattans.

The air in the room was freezing and I assumed the air conditioning had something to do with it. I wasn’t used to it.

As my eyes fluttered open to the room I remembered just where I was. For a while I had forgotten I wasn’t just Cheta, I was a wife. His wife.

The events of the swanned into my head as I sat up on the bed. My cheeks warmed as I remembered how I was carried to my bed. Also how he fed me new food as I sat on his lap.

I had only sat on my father’s lap, the memory was so faint I barely remember how it felt. Yet I had a hint it didn’t feel like it felt with Ramiel.

The moment I sat on his thigh and I felt his hand on my back, goosebumps pricked my skin and my cheeks instantly felt warmer than it had ever been.

Was it supposed to feel that way?

He is my husband after all.

We would be confined to spend even more intimate moments together. Moments that were even more intimate than eating together.

My heart skipped at the dirty thought.

I never really thought about it till now. He is my husband, he was supposed to be the father of my future children. In order for that to happen, he would need to take me fully.

I took a light exhale, trying to rinse myself of the thought.

They weren’t sinful thoughts, I was married at all. Yet I felt they were.

I have never embraced another man, apart from my late father.

Today with Ramiel was the closest I had ever been with a man, not to mention we would be closer.

I swallowed, trying my best to push down the thought, to the furthest parts of my guts.

It didn’t work.

How was I supposed to kiss him?

Normally if we had a wedding like Aunty Oluochi and her late husband kissed a lot. Even in their wedding photos, I saw one of them kissing. They were really in love.

Maybe that was why they were always kissing.

I wasn’t too sure if Ramiel would like to kiss me, if he did I wouldn’t know how to kiss him back.

Although if he wanted to, maybe he would have by now. Men normally like that. I believe so.

I stood from my bed and stretched a bit. Looking around the room, I guessed all the shopping bags were now packed away.

I looked around and found the wardrobe. I took a look and just as I suspected, the bags were packed away.

There was 2 Luggages in the wardrobe and some clothes hanging from the hanger.

I looked through the clothes trying to find any of mine, they weren’t any.

All these were new clothes.

Were they supposed to be mine?

I closed the wardrobe and made my way out the room so I could ask Ramiel.

I walked towards the living room and just at the entrance I saw his back, bare, from the chair he sat on. He only wore a black singlet.

It looked like this man only wore black.

I walked into the room.

His attention was on a laptop which rested on his lap. And a pair of square glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

I thought he was handsome before but this sight was even more handsome.

I cleared my throat in an attempt to grab his attention.

An EarPod was in one of his ears but he looked like all his attention was on his screen.

“Mma, take a seat.

Let me finish this up”, he said, startling me.

I nodded and took a seat beside him, careful not to disturb him more than I already have.

“Sleep well?”, I heard him say, making me look at him.

He was punching on the keys of his computer as he spoke.

“Yes”, I lied.

Ramiel slowly punched on the keys after my words. He then touched on what I thought was the mouse a few times before placing the laptop carefully on the side stool.

“Kedu ihe ọ bụ (What’s wrong), why didn’t you sleep well)”, he asked.

He adjusted himself closer to me on the couch, his closeness making me gulp again as I now got an even closer look at his almost bare body.

“It_______was__cold”, I stammered, trying my best to look away.

His chocolate skin only got more appealing the loser you looked and he only got bigger the closer he was.

He moved even closer, causing me to instinctively take my legs from the ground and move even more into the corner.

He only moved closer, making me even more nervous.

“Sorry, I could have turned the AC down”, he said, making me notice the shape of his lips and how pink they were. They looked soft even up close.

“Chetachi”, he called my name, making me swallow once again.

“Are you scared of me”, he asked.

I see a wave of hurt pass his face momentarily as he asks that question.

Was that what he thought?

That I was scared?

The first day I met him, maybe I was.

When you are from a village like mine where evil things happen daily, one should be.

But besides that, I wasn’t afraid of him.

In fact I felt safe.

But what his presence did to me however. I couldn’t explain it.

“No”, I answered truthfully.

No, I couldn’t be scared. Not with those eyes of his.

It made me wonder how women resisted him, or if they ever did.

“Do I make you nervous?”, he asked.

He moved a few inches closer.

At this point I was part of the furniture.

“Or do I make you uncomfortable?”, he asked, still moving closer.

How could there still be space between us?

“Mma.

I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.

I apologize”, he said.

The same hurt expression on his face, but this time it stays.

Ramiel pulls far from me and moves to the other end of the couch. My eyes follow him. I wasn’t sure what to do or say.

Ramiel turns away and stands up.

Almost instinctively I grab his hand, pulling him and stopping him from leaving.

He gets to my level, our faces barely inches apart. Just like a demon possesses me, I smash my lips on his, closing my eyes.

Almost without hesitation from him as well, my husband kisses me back.

Although I kissed him, he wasn’t slow to take over. The kiss was gentle, unrushed, like he had all the time in the world to explore my lips.

I followed his lead. I felt goosebumps stain my skin as our lips moved in the sink. My heart, racing faster than ever.

His hands cupped my face gently as he deepened the kiss, his tongue begged me for access, and I compiled willingly.

His tongue explored my mouth, but not forced and never in a rush, making me moan as he kissed me.

Just then he pulled away, leaving me breathless. My lips missed him, instantly.

So that was how it felt. That was what kissing felt like, that was what kissing your husband felt like.

Ramiel POV

I was shocked.

I didn’t take her as brave. I took her as strong, compassionate, caring, smart and beautiful.

But not brave.

Somehow she surprised me.

Those innocent eyes might have deceived me, deceived me that she was shy, scared. Anything but brave. But the moment I felt her lips crash into mine, I felt like a fool for being wrong, for being stupid.

My wife was more, she was always going to be more, as she was brave.

Like I could fall harder, well here I was falling harder, too hard.

I was, however, scared.

As I heard her moan I felt my want to lose control, pulling back from her.

As tempting as it was to cause her more moans, I knew I couldn’t.

She wasn’t ready.

I watched her heaven up and down catching her breath as she looked into my eyes. Her innocent eyes staring at me, compelling me to kiss her more, but I held myself.

“Mma”, I said.

Reaching for a cheek and petting it.

She smiled at my touch and her skin tinted as well.

“Let me take you out”.