Page 43 of Asylum
I turn quickly to dig through the pile of clothes. My body tenses as his chest presses against my back, his arm coming around my waist, plucking a black t-shirt from the mound. He lingers a few moments, burying his nose in my hair, inhaling deeply. He grips my hip, his fingers digging into my skin, and I press my lips together to suppress a moan.
“You smell fucking divine.” He groans, and a desperate noise escapes my throat, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. His lips ghost down my neck, and my body begins to tremble. “So responsive to my touch.”
This man has me under his spell, and before I question what I’m doing, I spin around to face him. The intensity in his eyes has desire pooling in my lower belly, and when his lips brush the shell of my ear, my core clenches. “Andrew.”
He kisses my cheek, before pulling away. “I’ll have breakfast ready in a bit.”
I nod slowly, watching him as he slips the shirt over his head before leaving the room. As soon as he’s out of sight, all the oxygen rushes back into the room, and I feel like I can breathe again.
“Do you think we could go somewhere today?” I ask, after rinsing my plate.
He takes it from my hand, drying it with the dish towel. “Not yet. You’re still healing.”
“Oh.”
He places the plate in the cabinet, facing me once he’s closed the door. “Your injury is quite complex, little doll. You need peace and quiet to heal properly. I don’t want you exposed to the outside world full of stress and anxiety until we know you’ve recovered properly.”
“I just thought it’d be nice to get out of the house,” I whisper, wiping down the counter.
He sighs. “It will be. Once you’re better.”
“I understand.”
He steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle. He props his chin on my shoulder, nuzzling his nose against the side of my neck. His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and I turn in his arms, our lips dangerously close.
“You’re very protective.” I whisper.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, and the sound causes goosebumps to erupt across my skin.
He leans in, his lips ghosting over mine, and I gasp, the faint touch setting my body on fire. Lifting up onto my toes, I press my mouth to his, and he groans, his fingers digging into my waist, pulling me closer. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I moan, pressing myself against him, wanting more.
Needing more.
His kiss is just as intense as his dark eyes, and he owns me in a way that has me panting against his mouth. Our tongues tangle in a desperate dance, and my hips grind against him, his hard cock so close to where I want him.
He pulls away abruptly, and I suck in a lungful of air, slowly opening my eyes. He’s watching me, his gaze darting between my eyes and lips. “I’m going to shower.”
I blink. “Oh. Okay.”
He leaves the kitchen coolly, and I stare at his back as he walks away wondering what the hell just happened.
Olivia is driving me fucking crazy.
I’ve told her countless times she can’t leave the house until she’s fully recovered. While that may be true to an extent, my primary reason for her captivity is so no one realizes she isn’t actually dead. I live far enough from the asylum that it’s highly improbable someone will recognize her, but I’m still cautious, and paranoid as fuck.
It’s been almost a month since she awoke from the lobotomy, and she asks every few days if we can go somewhere. I’m almostsympathetic to her cause, especially when she asks to simply ride down the back roads in the car.
Not happening.
She’ll stay in this cage until I work out the details of our relocation. It’ll sadden me to leave the asylum, but there’s others across the country that would be lucky to have my expertise. It will also give us the distance to live a normal life where we can leave home together without someone recognizing her.
I’ll need to install a tracker under her skin before that happens.
She’s going stir crazy, and while I understand her frustration, I’m not badgering her every few days, whining about my hard cock not being taken care of.
I’ve succeeded in being a loving husband, a good provider, and a shoulder to cry on when she has one of her frequent crying episodes. What else do I have to do in order for her to give herself over to me completely?
I had her hot and bothered in the kitchen a few days ago, but I’m a little too old for a dry humping session.