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Nicole

Unlike the coldness of the morning before, I woke up to the very welcome warmth of Adrian's body. It felt like a dream to have his large arms wrapped around me, pinning me to his hard body. I took a deep breath reveling in a chance to be so close to him, so early in the morning. He had slept with me and he was still here cuddling me and holding me tight. Today was going to be a great day.

Despite my resolve to not do so, I found myself staying up all night waiting for him. He had informed me that he would be arriving late, but a part of me was still hopeful that I would get to see him before I got to bed. At some point though, my body gave in to the urge to rest, but almost instinctively, I woke up at the feeling of him around me. It was something I could not explain, even if I tried. The way he made me feel, the way I could not stay away from him even when I tried to. I was supposed to hate him for making my family suffer so much, for hurting me so much, yet I had agreed to be a real wife to him in the next few months. Maybe I was the one with the bigger problem.

I placed my hand over him carefully, not wanting to wake him up, but the urge to get a glimpse of what his face looked like while he slept, took front seat and I found myself turning around slowly to get a peak. The difficulty to turn in his arms without waking him up was so worth it because damn. He looked the most vulnerable I had ever seen him, yet so nonviolent and even more handsome.

His slow breaths were hot on my skin and I leaned closer to bury my neck in his chest. There was no reason why I could not enjoy this closeness even when he was asleep.

"Good morning," he growled sleepily in a hoarse voice, and the way his chest rumbled did things to my body.

"Good morning," I replied, realizing that my cheeks were now stained with redness.

"Have you been up long?" he brushed some hair away and kissed my forehead. I shook my head slowly, not wanting to leave this comfort just yet. I closed my eyes, and kissed his bare chest, reveling in the spicy scent that filled my brain and made me want to go beyond just kissing him.

"Are you still upset about the guns?" he asked in a concerned tone as he tried to get me to look up from his chest.

"I had forgotten about that—temporarily," I added quickly.

"Then why would you not look at me?"

"I'm just having a great time right here and you would soon take that away from me," I admitted in a soft voice. I knew he would be leaving for work in a few hours and I may not see him again until midnight.

"Well if you keep doing that, I might not be able to get out of bed today," he chuckled. His hand tightened against me, while his other hand roamed my body with light touches and soft caresses.

"I'm not doing anything," I managed to breathe although my body coursed wildly with anticipation. I trailed kisses higher, going up to his neck and then his chin.

"Nicole," he groaned, but made no effort to stop me, instead, he held me tighter, pressing my abdomen into his thick erection. "See what I mean, what you do to me?" I barely managed to stifle a gasp as he ground me slowly into his thighs.

He pulled me higher, so his lips were in line with my breasts and before I could ask what he was doing, he pushed my tank top higher and closed his mouth over my breasts. I meant to remind him that it was still very early, but the words died on my lips when captured my strained n****e in his mouth and bit down hard enough to send jolts of pleasure rocketing through me.

With one hand still wrapped around me, his other hand delved beneath my tank top and traced over my other breast, rolling and teasing my other n****e until it was firm and just as hard as the one between his teeth.

"Adrian..." I gasped in an attempt to slow him down, although I was not sure that was what I wanted. "please..."

He lifted his head for one precious moment, "do you want me to stop?" he growled, but did not stop the deft movement of his thumb and forefinger on the other.

I nodded and said no at the same time and he smirked, increasing the pressure of his fingers. I could see the look of satisfaction at how he easily made me helpless just by his touch. "You have to be clearer Kitten," his fingers dug into my hips and he ground me harder against himself.

Despite the dozen alarms that blared in my head on why this was so wrong, I gasped out a "please don't stop,"

With a smug grin, he resumed his suction on my breasts and this time his hand trailed below my panties, searching with urgency until his hand slipped with ease into his prize.

My hands clung to his chest as a dozen sensations raced through me at the feel of his finger inside my dripping entrance. With his mouth feasting on me, his arousal on my stomach, one hand playing with my breasts, and the other teasing my folds lightly, I felt more tremors flowing through me than I had ever felt before. I wanted to tell him to stop, I was not ready to take our relationship this far just yet, but I found myself arching my back and rolling my hips into him, silently pleading for more of his touch, his sinful mouth, his expert fingers.

"You're dripping for me," he groaned and gave another bite on my n****e. It was not a question, but I answered affirmatively either way.

I whimpered when he released my breasts, but the primal look on his face as he raised his head to look at me, made me squirm. That disappointment was soon replaced by a small cry as he pushed his fingers into me slowly.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck, as my body adapted to the feeling of his fingers inside me, "Oh!" a muffled gasp escaped my lips. His mouth was hot all over my fiery skin, but the only thing that registered in my mind was his finger was the feel of his fingers, pushing and pulling back inside me. It was almost painful, yet so deliciously overwhelming that I wished he would not stop.

Without waiting to pause the movements of his fingers, he shifted his weight, so he was over me, trapping me with his heavy weight. I closed my eyes, breathless cries rolling freely from me and I did not bother to hold on to my control. I had managed to hold on to the littlest form of control with no use back at the basement, but this time I had no interest in fighting it, what he was doing to me with his hand, how good it felt to let myself drown in him, I was not going to engage in that self-denial, at least not right now.

"You're so beautiful Nicole," his voice was rough, low, and screamed eroticism. He leaned down and captured my breasts in his mouth again, ravishing me as his fingers worked me harder to the edge.

"Come for me kitten," he ordered, with his mouth sucking lightly on the skin between my neck and shoulders. "I want your juices all over my fingers,"

I had never had an orgasm before, and I honestly did not know what it felt like, but a familiar feeling from the first time he had taken me to the edge at the basement washed through me. I had not wandered far enough to know the complete feeling, but this time, he had granted me his permission and with it, my pleasure mounted to an unbelievable peak.

My muscles tightened, and one hand yanked his hair while the other gripped the comforter below us pulling and tugging and holding on to any form of support I could find. I could only hold back for so long as his thumb circled my c**t, making it harder for me to do so much as breathe.

With an estranged cry, I cracked, as the rolling waves of my first orgasm crashed through me so hard, a streak of tear rolled down my cheek.

Adrian wiped off the tears with his other thumb and I held on to him, my body trembling, limbs shaking and brain too numb to form any reasonable thoughts for a few seconds. I felt his strong arms wrap around me and then he rolled to the side, so we lay next to each other.

I spent the next few minutes in silence still dazed and trying to figure what had just happened. Adrian had his hand tight around me, as he pressed soft and light kisses all over my body.

"Are you okay Kitten?" he asked in a calm and soft tone and pressed another kiss on my shoulder.

I turned to look at him, his eyes were still as wild as they were two minutes ago, but he no longer had that primal edge, it felt like he had tucked that away for a few minutes, for me. That was supposed to make me feel better, actually, I was not supposed to be upset, I wanted this and more, so why did I feel so confused. He had my permission for everything that had just happened yet for some reason, I felt the sting of tears burning my eyes. And when he cupped my cheek and asked if I was fine again, they came pouring down like a broken tap.

"Kitten," his voice quickly changed to worry, "what's wrong kitten,"

I twisted myself from his hold and sat down. He followed too, bringing his hand around to hold me again. "What's wrong Nicole," he asked again.

"Nothing," I whispered and got to my feet, racing to the bathroom as fast as my legs could carry me. Behind me, Adrian called and I could tell he would follow behind me, thankfully, I shut myself inside the bathroom before he reached me.

Adrian was at the bathroom door in two seconds flat. His knock was calm but still urgent, reflecting the worry he must be feeling. I sank down next to the bathtub, clutching my knees and burying my face in between. I had no control over the way my tear flowed freely.

"Nic," he said softly, it was the first time he had ever called me that, but soft as it was, it did not lack his usual authoritativeness. "Tell me what's wrong Kitten."

"I'm fine," I managed to say.

"f**k you're crying," he said a little harsher this time, "you're not fine, open the door let's talk."

"Please go away Adrian," I whispered and somehow he still heard me.

There was a small breathy sigh, before he said, "Nicole, I apolo-" he paused for a second and then rephrased, "I'm sorry for hurting you..."

"You did not hurt me," I retorted, the last thing I needed was a misunderstanding between us on what had just happened between us. "I just want to be on my own."

"That's not happening. I will not leave you while you're crying."

"It's not something you have not done before," I shot back, surprised at how bitchy I suddenly sounded. I hated that I was that way to him, but for some goddamn reason, I could not control it or hold back.

Another huff filtered through the door, I could almost see the frustrating look on his face. "Tell me what's the problem," he asked in a calmer and more reassuring tone this time.

"I don't know," I sobbed. Why would he not just go away?

A sharp pain in my lower abdomen made me realize quickly why I had changed from the mood I woke up in to cranky in just a few minutes. I was not sure if Adrian was still there, but I hoped he was. "What day is it, Adrian," I asked.

"Thursday," he answered more quickly than I expected him to.

"I meant date," I shot back angrily.

The was a small ruffling sound, followed by footsteps leading through the closet and I used the chance to look down. The tiny red and damp dot was there almost invisible on the velvet panties I had on.

It always happened like this, a warning in the morning, followed by a swift change of mood, and then the crashing and most upsetting pain I had to endure every month. I had not expected Adrian to notice it this morning, I did not, but that knowledge did nothing to make me feel better.

My period was here and my day was doomed to be a bad day already. Did you really have to come on today of all days girl?

He was saying something about the day's date, but I was no longer listening, "call Marie for me please," I interrupted.

"What?" he asked both offended and surprised.

Now that I realized the reason for my crabby behavior a few minutes ago, I could be less hard on Adrian. I walked to the door and unlocked it. He looked even more worried than he did before I went to the bathroom. "Please call Marie."

"What the hell is Marie going to do right now?" he asked, as I brushed past him, dragging my legs along. He looked genuinely confused and worried, but there was no way I was letting him handle this for me, I would not be able to stand the embarrassment.

"I cannot tell you, just call her." I made my way to the bed and relaxed against the sheets. "Are there any pain killers here?"

"Would you at least tell me what the f**k is going on, you have me so worried right now," he yelled, and I flinched.

"I cannot exactly tell you that I'm having menstrual cramps and I need some f*****g tampoon right now, can I?" I yelled back, followed by a sob that came with a painful cramp. "Call Marie for f***s sake."

"Jesus christ Nicole," he threw his hands in the air in realization, "I'm your husband, you do not get to hide stuff like that from me,"

I rolled my eyes and climbed further up the bed. "We'll have that conversation when I am not in my worst time of the month, for now, call Marie, or I will scream her name at the top of my lungs." I raised the comforter and sneaked under, groaning as more painful contractions hit wave after wave.

I heard his footsteps going to the closet and when they returned a few seconds later he pressed a small kiss on my forehead through the sheets. "Did you call her?"

"I'm going out to get what you need,"

Despite myself, I laughed at the thought of Adrian going out to the store to get tampons for me, and of course, another cramp hit. The b***h came solely to see me sad today. "How would you know what I need?" I pushed the covers a little to see him standing over me in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

"It's my responsibility, plus I have a sister," he reminded me.

"Chelsea hates you," I said amused and tried not to laugh.

"True, but she cannot live without me and I have learned a few things from taking care of her since she was a child," he flashed me a small smile and leaned down to kiss my cheeks again.

"I love it when you kiss me but right now I'm highly flammable,"

"I can live with that," he said and got to his feet, tucking me safely like I was a six-year-old. "I'll call Marie to come check on you as I leave, you'll be fine while I'm gone right?"

"Just get back soon," I said, trying to keep a straight face as more and more pain coursed through me. "And I'm sorry for ruining what should be our special day," I frowned at the reminder of how quickly our morning switched.

"You dd not ruin it, you're stuck with me for the next few months Mrs. Davonte. I will have you all to myself when it's time." he leaned down to kiss me again, but I glared at him and he retreated with a chuckle.

"Adrian," I called as he turned the doorknob ready to leave.

"Yes, Kitten,"

"If you buy the wrong products, I will murder you," I managed to flash him a sweet smile, before going back under the covers.