Brynjar sat on the bed, his eyes stuck on Eira as she undressed in front of him. Eira dropped the dress on the floor before she walked closer to him. She wrapped her arms around her husband, waiting for him to hold her and pull her onto the bed. However, Brynjar wasn’t in the mood for intimacy at that moment. He sighed pressed his head against Eira’s belly.
“Brynjar…” Eira said his name in a soft tone.
Brynjar stayed where he was. He was not happy at all about everything that happened. When Eira placed her arms around him, Brynjar hissed from where his wings was taken. Eira pulled her hands away, afraid of hurting him again.
“You’re disgusted.” Brynjar said to Eira.
“No, I’m not.” Eira whispered to him. “I just didn’t want to hurt you.”
Brynjar
