Rebirth, Love and Revenge

Chapter 4

Aurelia's pov

I tried to compose myself in front of this stranger, for all I knew, he could be a kidnapper or a drug dealer. What the hell would someone be doing alone at this time in the forest? Why was he in a big mansion in the middle of nowhere all alone?

His hazel blue eyes pierced into mine and a wave of nervousness swept me off my feet. He was very handsome, he looked like a Greek god and those chest hairs popping out of his red robe were driving me crazy. He looked like someone who would be good in bed. That wasn't what I needed now, but my wolf wasn't helping matters, it seemed she was crazier about him than I was.

"Come with me," his bass voice called, pulling me out of my dirty thoughts.

"You must be hungry. I made some macaroni. Would you want some?"

Of course, I want it all. I've not eaten for days. I said in my head, I had only pancakes after giving birth and that was two days ago. How I survived, must be the moon goddess doing.

"Yes, I'd love some," I replied in the softest voice possible.

"I'll run you a bath first, then treat your wounds to avoid an infection, but first eat something, you look drained." He urged, handing me a plate filled with macaroni. It had sliced carrots and the sweet smell of curry and chicken filled the whole room.

I felt like devouring the whole plate but, of course, I needed to act like the civilized lady that I was.

"Wine?"

I rarely drink alcohol, but I think I need a cup right now. These past days have been rough for me and even though I was sad at how things turned out, I was grateful I got a chance to live again and take my revenge.

He went inside, leaving me alone in the sitting room. The walls had a picture of him and a lady, but the light wasn't bright enough for me to see her face. Must be his wife.

"You are dozing already," I heard him say as he tapped me on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't know when I slept off." I apologized, covering my face in shame. I didn't even put away my dishes, I was used to the royalty life and I forgot myself.

He took the bottle of wine and examined it, "You almost finished the whole bottle?"

"I needed that drink." I sighed and he smiled.

"It's fine, the hot water is ready. I'll be waiting for you to treat your wounds." He was so kind and his wife must be so lucky to have him.

"Please, I wanted to ask," I paused, thinking of the best way to put it to avoid being too forward. " I hope your wife is fine with me being here?" He looked puzzled at my question and I knew I had gone overboard this time.

"Never mind, you don't need to answer that. I'll just go take my bath," I said and stood up to leave, but he pulled me back, and our bodies hugged each other with my breast touching his chest. His grip was so firm yet gentle and his eyes held a promising look. It was as if I could get lost in them and never wish to come out.

"She would have loved me to help you." He said and placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

My breath increased, and I felt a surge of emotions running through me. I felt like asking for more of that kiss, but this time on my lips.

'Aurelia, stop it,' I queried myself.

"Very well then, I'll be right back." I swallowed hard. He directed me to his bathroom and I thanked him.

When I was done, he used a first aid kit to treat my wound, making sure to disinfect the injuries. It was painful though, but it was for the best to avoid complications.

The rest of the night was chilly and calm. We played card games until I started feeling dizzy again.

"Sleepyhead," he teased me when my head kept cutting to a certain degree. It was embarrassing for me because I never dozed off that way. "You could use my room downstairs, I'll go to the master bedroom upstairs."

"Okay, thank you." Could I stop saying just thank you? I wanted to ask for his name, but I already behaved awkwardly earlier by asking for his wife's consent, so I had better shut up. Besides, he would have asked first if he wanted to know my name.

"I'm going to town tomorrow morning. Where did you say you were going again?" He asked me and I froze. I didn't know one f*king place here, but my late mother always advised us not to admit we are lost to a stranger, most especially because I didn't know him yet.

"I'm heading to my aunt's place, you can drop me off at the outskirts of town," I replied, praying he wouldn't notice how uneasy my voice sounded.

"Goodnight," I said, walking in the direction of the bedroom. He had given me his T-shirt to wear, which was very big on me. I was naked under, but the shirt was big enough to cover my ass. Deep down, I wanted him to follow me and do some sucking and pounding, but I didn't want to look so cheap.

He was so hot, and I could see how his eyes followed my bouncy boobs with my n*****s calling his name from the silky shirt as I walked backward.

As if he read my mind, he followed me to the bedroom slowly, hugging me from behind. He cupped my boobs and then turned me around. My heart raced as our skin rubbed against each other. This wasn't right, he was a stranger, and he was married, yet I relaxed more. His huge cork which bulged from inside his robe made me more horny.

With his two fingers, he went slowly into my c**t.

"You are wet already," he whispered. I was short of words and all I could do was nod my head and our lips interlocked.

Yes, I wanted this.