CHAPTER 250: 250. MAKE LOVE TO ME.

"We have the rest of the day to ourselves, what do you want to do?" Barak asked as he returned to his wife who sat in a chair in front of his portrait in their bedchamber

"Did I tell you?" She suddenly asks as his hands rest on her shoulders, lazily massaging her. "That this portrait is my favorite."

"I know that." He said with a nod and she looked up at him with a smile, earning her a soft kiss on her forehead.

Slowly, she rose from the chair and took one of his hands in her own, pulling him along with her as she moved towards the bed.

"Lie here," she said, patting the bed with one hand and gently tugging at him with the other.

Without protest, Barak climbed onto the bed and laid himself down. Soon she climbed up after him and laid by his side, pressing her body close to his.

"Truth be told, I want to actually lie down flat atop you with my bosom pressed against your chest like I used to," she began. "And I want you to wrap your arms around me like you used to. But I can’t do that now. I’ll hurt the baby, so let’s just stay like this."

He placed a hand underneath her head and allowed her nestle closer to his body, gently stroking her arm as she talked.

"I was scared you know," she breathed into his chest. "The sheets were starting to lose your smell. I did not allow the maids to change them for a long time, because I did not want your scent gone, yet with time it felt like the longer I tried to hold on to even the fragments of you I could find, the faster they were slipping out of my hand."

Her eyes shut tight and a certain cold sizzled down her spine as she remembered those times without him and how terrified she had been of living a life without him.

Barak’s hand moved to her face, his knuckles gently caressed her cheek. Her eyes opened and met his, "You really cannot imagine how glad I am that we are here like this. I must have said this too much now, but I am really so happy you are alive."

Words could not explain it... how much he loved this woman. How much he was grateful that she loved him too.

Words were not enough.

Yet...

"I love you..." he’d use those words because there were no stronger words to express his affection for her. "With everything within me, I love you."

"Show me," she dared him. With no reason not to accept her challenge, he leaned in and took her lips in his. Her response was immediate.

Her hands held firmly onto his tunic and her lips fought for dominance, only she could not win against him. For his will to devour her could not be rivaled.

"Neriah, my love," he purred into her mouth, bringing his kisses to her face, going down to her neck, "I want you—" he said as he kissed the pulse at her neck, tracing the markings on her shoulder with his lips. Sucking on her skin till it was red.

"I missed you," Neriah breathed with her mouth open as his kisses were starting to burn. One of her hands sunk into his hair and the other rested helplessly on the bed. "I cannot wait any longer, Barak... Now."

"The baby, will it not—"

"No, ah—" she moaned, "No, it will not hurt our child. So please, Barak, do not keep me waiting any longer, make love to me."

At that point, he too could not contain his desires anymore. His hands had already pushed her dress up to her upper thighs, his kisses had forced the neck of her dress to go lower than they should and his teeth had loosened the thread that kept the cloth together at her chest, revealing her full bosoms.

Neriah’s hands worked to push his tunic from his body, as he kissed the rise of her breasts.

"Ah," she let out a sound as hee pulled himself from her and knelt down next to her. For a moment, he remained in that position, simply staring at her disheveled state before him. She was a beautiful mess.

Half naked on their bed, every bit of her skin had turned red. From her toe up to her head. In his eyes, there had never been anyone like her and he was certain till his death, no one would captivate him like her.

"What?" she asked with her palm embarrassingly pressed against her face, "Have I fattened? So much so that you do not find me attractive?"

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he pulled his tunic over his head and responded to her.

"You have fattened, aye." Her eyed widened in shock.

He loosened the rope that held his pants at his waist, "But not so much that I will find you unattractive. On the contrary," He pulled down his pants till he was naked as a newborn babe.

He placed his hands on both sides of her head and brought his face closer to her, "Your current appearance is arousing my desires like never before, to the point where I fear holding you in my arms. For I might just end up breaking you."

"Break me... I want nothing more."

With those words, neither of them held back.

How could they?

They had to make up for lost times and that was exactly what they did.

Neriah’s cries of pleasure could not be hidden neither could Barak contain his excitement.

Whoever had ears, and passed by the door of the Crown prince and princess could tell at once the kind of things that were being done inside the chamber.

Though the pregnancy proved to be a hindrance for some comfortable positions, it caused them to explore other options... exciting options.