Destined Love

Old Scars

*Aurora's point of view*

    When I got to my bedroom I quickly got out of my dress and was struggling to remove my corset. I could still feel the hot liquid that had now made its way through my undergarments and to my skin. I had enough scars on my back already so I did not want a new addition. 

    My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my door opening abruptly. Jonah entered my room and I didn't bother to think about my current state until I saw his lustful eyes. 

    I was in my chemise with nothing, but my corset covering my torso. My face turned red and I felt vulnerable so I ran to the other side of my bed and pulled the sheets towards me to cover my body. Jonah seemed more content than bothered by the situation. 

    When he was about to close the door, a maid called out to him and handed him a small bowl with something  in it. Before she could excuse herself, Jonah closed my bedroom door and locked it. He turned to face me and asked me "Are you okay?" 

    I was okay, but his worried voice made my heart melt. I wanted to hear it more. I snapped out of my thoughts, quickly shook my head and began to explain the incident that happened in the kitchen. He began to approach me as I spoke and my words began to get stuck in my throat every time he came one step close to me. 

    "I want to see where you were burned." he said to me as he made his way around my bed. 

    When he saw that I was making no effort to get away he reached for my waist and turned me so that my back was facing him. I felt his fingers detangle the lace that was holding my corset in place. After only a few seconds he removed it and placed it on my bed. 

    Then I felt him. His gentle fingers began to travel to my shoulders and made their way to the thin sleeves of my chemise. This feeling was intoxicating and I wanted him to touch me more. My breathing began to lose its rhythm and when he brought his body closer to mine, chills ran down my spine. 

    He brought his face close to my ear and whispered "I heard you slapped the maid."

    "I was in the heat of the moment and didn't measure my strength. I can apologize to her some other day." I answered back. 

    Jonah kept his body close to mine and then said to me "You never have to apologize to anyone". 

    My knees began to grow weak and my breathing became raspy. Jonah began to pull down my chemise and when I felt his breath on my upper back I tried to get away from him. My old scars. If I didn't stop him he was going to see my scars. Just when I thought I was far enough away from him I felt both his arms hug me from behind my body began to go into heat.

    "P-Please let me go. Why don't I just call a maid to apply the ointment, I'm sure you're busy with training and all" I said with a shaky voice.

   Jonah's grip only grew stronger on my waist and he replied to me saying "I want to be the one to do it. Besides I'm your husband so only I have the right to touch you. Me and no one else. If you're concerned about the pack, Leon is in charge of training today so there is no problem."  

    He continued to pull down my chemise until my entire back was bare and my breasts were exposed. I moved hands up to my front to cover my nudity. Before I could say anything Jonah told me to lay in the bed on my front. His voice was deep and serious. I grew worried and followed his orders.

    In the next few minutes he dipped his fingers into the bowl and began to move his hands in circles, applying the ointment on the burn. His hands were strong, but gentle at the same time. I felt tingles all over my body and I couldn't help but bite on my lower lip to keep my breathing in pace. 

    I noticed that Jonah seemed to have his feelings under control. Maybe after seeing my scars he realized that I wasn't all that beautiful. The thought of him not liking me or not finding me attractive made tears well up in my eyes. I had to control my feelings. I could not let him see me like this.

    I knew Jonah had finished applying the ointment when his hands no longer touched my skin. I sat up quickly and pulled up my chemise. I couldn't say anything without the tears coming out of my eyes so I kept my head down and quickly thanked Jonah for his help. 

    I felt his weight leave my bed and he stood up while staring at me, but I still avoided his gaze. I didn't want to see the look of disgust on his face.  

    Out of nowhere Jonah raised his voice and said "Look at me when you are speaking to me!" 

    I ignored him and continued to look down, hoping he would just leave, but he did the complete opposite. I felt his hand grab my chin and he forced me to meet his eyes. 

    "Look at me" he said. 

    When I met his gaze and I saw his eyes there was only sadness in his abyss of blue. My eyes began to sting and I felt the hot tears make their way down my face until they hit the surface of my bed. Instead of questioning me, Jonah leaned down and he kissed me. It was a gentle and beautiful kiss. 

    If this was a dream, I did not want to wake up.