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I felt Henrik getting hard underneath me.
My fingers trembled as I hooked his shorts, but I tried to shake it off.
Sure, I was scared of doing this, considering this would be only the second time we were intimate and the first time I actually took charge.
But I wanted to. I wanted to prove to Henrik that he mattered to me just as much as I mattered to him.
I’d been avoiding it. Trying to tell myself that he didn’t really care about me that much. That he was only being nice to me because he had to. That he only ever married me because he was obligated to and that he slept with me because he wanted to have a child.
But Henrik threw himself in front of the darkness to protect me. He even told off Ashley because he wasn’t going to allow anyone to talk down to me. If this wasn’t someone who cared about me, I didn’t know what it looked like.
“You’re shaking,” Henrik said softly. “If you're not up for…”
“I’m nervous, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do this,” I said as I swallowed.
I instead grabbed his shirt and pulled it up slightly.
I took in Henrik’s chiseled abs and the bruises that were spotted across his chest. They had gotten better.
They were more yellow than they were blue and green now.
But he was still healing, and I’m sure his internal damage was going to take another day before he was feeling good enough to get out of bed.
I ran my fingers over his abs, and his stomach tightened. He inhaled softly, and his hands grabbed my hips. I raised an eyebrow at him. “What did I say about touching me?”
“Just let me hold onto your hips,” he said through ground teeth. “It’s that, or I buck up.”
I smirked and rolled my hips softly, feeling his fingers dig into my skin. “Fuck, Katie. That feels so good.”
I couldn’t help but feel a little empowered by how this soft movement seemed to break him apart.
I leaned forward, resting my hands on his chest, and slowly ground onto him.
I felt his cock hard against me, and his breath came in slow pants.
His teeth ground together, and he threw his head back onto his pillow.
“Don’t stop,” he growled.
I pulled my hands down and tugged on the string of his shorts.
I slid them down slightly, enough where his dick sprung up.
My eyes stared at his shape, taking in how long and thick he was.
I felt myself swallow suddenly, remembering how it felt to have him inside me.
He had hurt, but Henrik had been so slow and caring about it that it was only a moment before it felt so good.
“Jesus, Katie. I’m gonna bust from the way you're staring at my dick.”
I looked up at him, and Henrik looked at me with pure lust now. His nostrils flared, and he watched me. He had an animalistic look in his eyes, and I felt a shiver roll down my spine.
I reached a hand up, softly stroking him. I watched Henrik inhale sharply, and I frowned. “Does that hurt?”
He shook his head. “No, the opposite. Just tighten your grip a little.”
I did just that. I pulled my hand up and licked it before bringing it back to his cock. My hand moved smoothly, and I felt every crevice and dip in his dick. I felt the veins and the way his cock pulsed as I moved my hand. Henrik’s thighs tightened and I rubbed my thumb over his tip.
“Fuck,” he growled and I felt his fingers tighten on my hips. I knew he might even leave bruises, but somehow, I felt strong. I was hardly doing anything, and he was losing control.
“Does it really feel that good?” I asked, tightening my hold a little, roughly stroking him a few times before I softened my hand again.
“If I was feeling better, I would be bending you over and fucking you right now,” he growled throw clenched teeth. “It is taking everything in me not to sit up.”
I smiled, unable to help it. I tightened my hold on his cock, stroking a little rougher. “Would you now?”
Henrik nodded, his teeth grinding together. “Fuck, Katie. Please, sweetie. Let me have you.”
I reached up and pulled my nightgown off, tossing it onto the ground. Henrik’s eyes widened as he stared at me. I had felt a little self-conscious the first time we did this, but I enjoyed having his eyes on me this time. He stared at my breasts before he looked me in the eyes.
I moved up slightly, taking his cock and pulled it towards my entrance. I slowly sank down, letting myself adjust to each inch of him as I did. Henrik’s fingers remained on my hips, and once I was seated, I slowly rocked my hips.
Henrik grunted and reached a hand up, pulling at my arm. I bent down as he pulled me into a rough kiss. His tongue slid over mine in a dance. I moaned softly, feeling that build start in my stomach.
I felt one of his hands move from my hip, sliding down. Two fingers rolled over my clit, and I moaned louder.
“You’re fucking soaking wet,” he growled at me. “You have no idea how fucking amazing you feel right now. Watching you grind on me like this.”
I pressed my forehead against his. “I thought I told you I was in control.”
“You are. I’m just making sure you get the attention you need.” He smirked, proud of himself.
My toes curled as he flicked his fingers, moving them over my clit exactly how I needed. I leaned back slightly and started to move in quicker motions. I felt the tighten build up, just moments away from being released.
“God damn it,” Henrik growled louder now, and I felt him starting to buck up into me. It only took a few thrusts before I came apart. My orgasm took hold, and I raked my nails down his chest.
Henrik grunted loudly, his fingers piercing through the skin on my hips while his hand on my clit rode my orgasm higher. I pulsed, feeling like all my problems didn’t matter. Everything that had clouded my mind moments ago was miles away.
I didn’t know how long it was, but I fumbled forward, panting. Sweat slicked my skin, and Henrik panted heavily beneath me.
“That was…” He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my head.
“That was probably stupid when you are injured.”
“Stupid but amazing,” he chuckled, pulling my face up. He stared into my eyes and chuckled. “Worth it.”
I smiled back at him, feeling like I was on cloud nine. I had been telling myself over and over for weeks now that Henrik was only being nice when that wasn’t true. I saw something in his eyes, but wasn’t entirely sure what it was.
“Are you hurt at all?” I asked as I pulled myself up, looking him over. “I hope I didn’t press on you too hard.”
Henrik shook his head. “No, I’m okay. If anything, I think that helped me relax a little more.”
I headed into Henrik’s bathroom to clean myself up. His bathroom looked the same as the one attached to my bathroom. After I was clean, I went back into his room. “I should let you rest up.”
“Don’t leave,” he said, giving me a scowl. “I’ve rested plenty. Just sit and talk with me. I’ve spent hours resting, and I’m over it.”
My eyebrows went up as I walked back, sitting on the other side of the bed. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know, but I don’t want you to leave.”
I couldn’t help the blush that went over my face. I chewed on my cheek, trying to think of something, when an idea hit me.
I walked over to Henrik’s TV and grabbed the remote. “How about we watch some movies instead? Spend the whole day in bed. We can order food in and turn the lights off.”
“You want to do that?”
I nodded. “I don’t have the luxury of doing so often, so when given a chance, I take it. That’s if you're okay with spending your day that way. If not, we can always find something else to do instead.”
He chuckled. “I think that’s a lot better than just sleeping all day.”
“Okay. I’ll go make some popcorn, and you can pick out a movie.”
“What do you want to watch?”
“I watch anything. Surprise me,” I said as I slipped out of the room and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen. I hurried back with the popcorn, and Henrik and I cuddled close.
We ended up watching four movies. A scary movie to begin with, where a woman loses her mind slowly when she moves into a new house and ends up murdering her family.
The second movie was a romance in which the man moves across the world for war, and the woman thinks he has died, but he returns and marries her.
The third movie was humorous. It was two best friends trying to juggle all the problems in life and having each other's backs.
As I was putting the last movie in and crawling back onto the bed, Henrik looked at me. “Can you tell me why you got so worked up when I found you with Nina and Ashley?”
I paused for a moment when I rubbed my fingers together. “Because I understood what it feels like. Being a human and having people always thinking less of you.”
Henrik frowned. ”Do you still feel that? Even after being married?”
Things had changed when I was married, and it wasn’t like it was always like that. But I could remember times when no one stood up for me. When I had no one in my corner when I was being told I wasn’t enough.
“Yeah.”
Henrik smiled. “I hope you're aware that I will always be in your corner.” He reached a hand up, rubbing a thumb over my cheek. “I don’t want you to feel that like.”
I felt my stomach jump in a good way. I softly smiled.
“I’m gathering that.” I leaned closed to him, resting my head on his shoulder.
I knew that we still had a long way to go, but at least I knew that I could trust Henrik.
We had come a long way and if I was being honest, Henrik had always been on my side.
The movie played and Henrik twirled my hair. Every once in a while, he would ask a question and I found myself sinking against him. It was nice. Spending this time together was peaceful in a busy life we seemed to have
“Since you seem to be so full of questions, why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?
” I glanced at Henrik and found he was asleep.
His face was relaxed as his chest rose and fell smoothly.
He looked peaceful, which calmed me. I set the empty bowl aside and moved the sheets to slip out of the bed when his arms tightened around me, holding me closer.
“Don’t go,” he mumbled as he shifted on his pillow. “You’re warm and comforting.”
I didn’t fight him on that. I remained curled up in his arms. He was warm and made me feel safe. I didn’t fight the sleep that crept up on me.
For the next couple of days, I remained at home to help Henrik heal. He stayed in bed for the first day, his bruises mostly gone, but I knew it was still his ribs that needed to heal. Bones took the longest to heal, and with his ability slowed, it would take longer than normal.
The next couple of days, Henrik moved around the house. He relaxed in the living room, reading over reports while I cooked. He spent some time outside to get some fresh air and took in the nice weather.
“Henrik, how do you like your burgers?” I asked as I leaned outside the screen door.
Henrik looked away from the sun and towards me. He was wearing no shirt with shorts. His bruises were mostly gone, but I could see he stiffened when he turned too quickly. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m going to cook. You have a grill.” I pointed towards the grill that sat just a few feet from him.
His eyebrows went up. “You know how to use a grill.”
“Doesn’t everyone?” I asked, as I leaned on the door frame.
He smirked. “You know you're full of surprises. What else don’t I know about you?”
I snorted and grabbed the burgers, bringing them outside. Henrik turned in his seat. “No, really. What else about you do I not know?”
I set the burgers down and turned to him. “Well, what do you want to know?”
“We were paired up because we have things in common, so what do we have in common? Surely we have a handful of things in common because of that.”
I turned the grill on and leaned against the railing of the deck. “Believe it or not, but I never read the full report of how we were paired. I just read our names.”
“Okay, so then tell me something you're interested in. If you were on a date, what are some things you’d bring up.”
I had to think about it for a moment. I didn’t like to tell too much on a date because some of my hobbies scared people. “I like to fish. I used to fish when I was younger. I was pretty good at it.”
“Really?”
I nodded. “I also know French, Spanish, and Portuguese.”
His jaw dropped. “What!? Holy shit, Katie. Are you serious?”
I nodded. “I’m not great at them. I started to learn one and then got a little bored and moved on to another. I told you I spent a lot of time in school, so I was constantly looking for something to do.”
“But you can speak to them? Like fluently?”
I nodded. “I can. I can hold a conversation.”
“And I thought my knowing German was going to be a big surprise.”
“Wait, you know German?” I couldn’t help the shock that filled my face.
He nodded. “Yeah, my great-grandpa spoke it. So, I learned it. I’m pretty good at it.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
He snorted. “No, it’s nothing compared to you right now. What else?”
I opened the grill and started to set the burgers on it. “Uhhh… I know how to sew. I took some classes on how to do photography. Oh, I know how to play the flute.”
“Do you really?”
I nodded and turned back to Henrik. “I do. I haven’t touched it in a few years, but I do.”
He smirked. “I know how to play piano.”
I looked at him, shocked. “Really? I always wanted to learn, but my fingers aren’t big enough to hit the keys.”
“Yeah, my mom had Sam and me learn when we were younger. We both stuck with it. I don’t know if she still plays, but I can.”
“I’m a little jealous now. I always wanted to learn, but that was the one thing I couldn’t seem to get.”
He chuckled softly. “I didn’t think we would have things in common.”
“You'll be surprised,” I said softly. “A lot of people have things in common but would never think of it.”
“ Kluges M?dchen ."
My eyes widened as the two words rolled over his tongue. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by how they came out. I walked close and leaned onto his chair. “What does that mean?”
“Smart girl,” he said with a smirk.
I blushed. “You speak well. Homem inteligente .”
“What does that mean?”
“Smart man.”
“What language was it?”
“Portuguese.”
He hooked my arm, pulling me into a kiss, and I couldn’t help but giggle. It felt so easy to be with him.
I finished making the burgers, and we ate outside. After eating, we relaxed and got ready for bed. I found myself always returning to his bedroom rather than my own. Henrik always pulled me close to him at night, and I always found myself eager for it.