Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Massage

Zara

Our lips moved together in a synch. I was still surprised by what I did but I couldn’t care less. I wanted to enjoy this moment while it until I put my façade back on. I wasn’t going to let my guard down anytime soon.

I fight for dominance and bite his lips as he wraps his hands around my waist. I’m quick to ruffle my hand through his hair and climb his waist. He instinctively grips my ass and I felt a bit insecure. What if they were too big? I had no self-esteem issues and I knew my body was glanced upon more than twice by men. But, what if I wasn’t exactly his taste in women?

I sit on his laps and feel his hard on. Was he always this responsive or was it just me turning him on? His hands are still on my behind; he caressed it. I lean in too making my two babies brush his chest.

Back and forth, I moved as I felt my core heat up as I begun grinding him. He made me want to do things I had never done with anyone. . .

“Zara”, he voiced out like he wanted me badly. I couldn’t decide on what to do as I carried on with his hands on my ass. He fondled them as he glanced down at my cleavage. His eyes dilated in desire as wetness pooled my legs.

“Zara – we have to stop”, he says gently pushing me away. I grunt out reluctantly. I sit on the palms he made.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have kissed you”, I breathed out, looking down shyly. I was never the shy type. Why was it now?

“It’s okay, Zara. I wanted it too”, he shockingly said. I pretended didn’t hear it. Womanizers would always remain womanizers. I wasn’t going to give him the reply he wanted.

Awkward silence.

This wasn’t that bad, was it? We were married, so it wasn’t. Justified.

“Zack?”, I call out breaking the silence. My lips were still swollen from the kiss and I still felt hot all over. I wanted him to touch me but I dismissed the thought.

“Yes, love?”, he replied. I cringed at the sound of him calling me love. Looking at him, I wondered if he meant it or it was just him teasing me.

“I think we should set for the temple”, I spit out hastily, trying to stand up again but I slipped down.

“Stop attempting to stand, you’re making your leg worse. Here, give it to me”, he says lifting my legs. Judging by his action, I could tell he had forgiven me. “It’s okay”, I say.

“Where does it hurt, here?”, he massages a spot but I withdraw my legs. “Stop doing that, it’s fine”, I say.

I feel tremors in my spine.

I was afraid. Of what could happen if this kept on. I didn’t want to get too attached.

“Let me”, he stubbornly took my legs again and carried on with the massage. He expertly caressed the leg like he had done this a million times before. I secretly wondered who else’s legs he had done. He loved women and didn’t hide it in any way. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to accept that fact. I knew something lurked deep down his heart. I just didn’t know what.

“That’s enough”, I set my leg as if in yoga pose to avoid him from taking it again. “Damnation, woman. You’re stubborn”, he seethed, smiling halfway.

I bit my lips in wonder. Few minutes ago, I had been entangled within his arms and now, I had summoned back my walls. “As per usual”, I retort yawning. I really needed to rest. Today had been somewhat hectic and scary. Following the event of the grapes and snakes. . .Zack looked tired too.

“You were saying something about the temple”, he reminded me.

“Yup, if this is Island Formentera then the temple should be somewhere in midst of the forest”, I say. “I think we should try finding it tomorrow”, I add.

He looks at me as if in admiration.

“You very much know that if we are going to ask the goddess Juno for her blessing, we should rectify our mistakes”, he spoke. I look at him amazingly trying to break the puzzle.

I realize.

“Perv!”, I say playfully and he laughs humorously.

“Practically, I’m your husband, so I’m not as long as you’re my wife”, he springs in. “Hmm. . . so you don’t cheat?”, I ask wondering if he did. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t falling. I just wanted to know if all the rumours of him were true. “I don’t commit”, he announces. I clench my teeth as if in hurt. “Ouch”, I say in mockery. He was starting to get on my good side somehow. “Though if you permit me to commit, I won’t hesitate to, wife. Just say the word”, he says. Someone was beginning to feel special. I thought.

“That sounds boring”, I tell him and he stretched, after leaning in. He’s a breath away and I do the same, leaning too.

I loved challenges.

“Boring? It’s not. Just shows that I won’t do anything to hurt you”, he replies. Lately, I had begun to understand his nature. Adamant, noble, adventurous—

“Hurt? You can’t hurt someone who isn’t affected by your actions, you know”, I say which sounds like absurd because I definitely didn’t love him but didn’t hate him either. He was just. . . something.

“You are. You don’t just realize, yes?”, he says narrowing his eyes as he looks into mine. He sounded so confident and I liked it. “No way”, I interrupt him. “No damn way”, I add.

“I could give you a good example if you doubt me”, he smartly begun again. “I’m all ears”, I say. “Okay, that day in my office”, he says. “What day?” “When you came to sound a warning of Fernánda's fleeing and threatening you”, he adds.

“Okay. . .What about it?”, I ask. “Your reaction to the maid on your way in. I saw your look. You felt uncomfortable by the look of things”, he says tousling his hair back. “Nah, I wasn’t. I was just nervous, you know. As a princess, I’m not accustomed to seeing scenes like that. My kingdom’s all strict and strict”, I defend as he arches his brows. I blushed a bit but remained intact so he wouldn’t notice.

“Then why did you bring it up later on? You sounded jealous on the ship when I told you of the one week’s grace”, he uttered. I face palmed myself.

Why was he bringing that up now?

“Well -- I was just looking for an excuse so you won’t bed me. Don’t say a word, please. I know this is absurd. I know its selfish and we’ll eventually sleep together because it’s inevitable, our honor and the rest. Please don’t remind me”, I quickly moved out of the palm shelter to the sea shores. I took off my jacket, tying them to my waist. I really hated how I felt; presently. I hated being a princess. Gosh, I hated it.

“Hey”, a voice said beside me. I looked sideways and sighted Zack, not missing the butterflies that formed in the pit of my stomach.

What exactly did I want?

“Hey”, I retorted immediately as the tides blew carelessly. “It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?”, Zack asked. I knew he was just trying to calm me down. “Mhm. . . hmm”, I reply back. He moves nearer, meeting me. I couldn’t help but feel serene as warmness settled in my chest.

“We don’t have to sleep together, you know”, he said leaving me shocked and I wondered why he was full of surprises. This was the least I expected from the exact person that gave me a week to come in terms with the marriage.

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