Work and meetings have been Skylar's constant routine while staying in a beach resort, but whenever her break or nighttime occurs, she has never forgotten to spend quality time with her husband. Vincencio hadn't been neglected, but something was different on their third night together in one room.
"Wifey, snacks, and chilling. Do you want some?" Vincencio suddenly asked as he put down his phone on their bedside table.
"Sure, after I finish this report," Skylar answered without looking up from the couch in the small living area.
"Okay." He nodded and went to the kitchen to prepare a small snack for them.
Vincencio has been running his hand over his hair whenever he feels like it—it's his mannerism, but what caught Skylar's attention was his humming while waltzing around the kitchen, doing his chef's magic. Skylar halted from her work and glanced over the kitchen, where she found herself smiling in amusement.
"I need to get used to this sight," Skylar mumbled to herself as she watched Vincencio do his work from head to toe, but somehow she found herself slightly staring at her husband's butt for a while before shaking her head off. "What am I staring at?"
"Are you okay, Wifey?" Vincencio noticed it and wondered, catching Skylar's attention back to reality.
"Y-yeah, I'm almost done." Skylar quickly answered and went back to her work but secretly glanced over at her husband while biting her lower lip. "I'm so whipped."
Vincencio was almost done with his masterpiece when Skylar finished her report before heading to the kitchen. Secretly, she wrapped her arms around her husband's waist and peeked over his side to see what he was preparing—simple but finely chopped fresh fruits they purchased earlier when they strolled in the morning, potato chips, and two glasses of red wine.
"I see you're done with work." With a grin, Vincencio openly guessed.
"Indeed I am. So, what's for our snack tonight, Hubby?" Skylar answered and later wondered, although she could already see them prepared.
"Mix fruits, some potato chips, and wine." He answered and kissed Skylar's head, but she didn't let go; instead, she tightened her arms around his waist, making Vincencio face her while still holding each other. "Need anything else, Wifey?"
"You, Hubby. I needed my hubby." With raw and filled with desire, Skylar stared deeply into Vincencio's orbs as she honestly answered him.
"My wifey needed my attention? So lovely." Vincencio teased before he captured his wife's lips, causing Skylar to deepen the kiss.
The kiss was filled with care and passion that escalated into something daring and dominating, which none was submissing. The heat began sparking between them, causing them to moan in between their heated kisses. It was turning desperate and needy, but with one small bit from Vincencio's lips, a deep growl escaped and made him pull away. Their foreheads leaned against each other, catching breath, and eyes filled with heat and desire led to one more breathless kiss, but Vincencio had to pull away.
"That's hot," he commented breathlessly. Desire was still in a rage, but Vincencio had to control himself for something he was not ready for.
"Want more?" She dared, but Vincencio took a deep breath, controlled his building lust over his wife, and shook his head with a smile.
"I do, but not tonight. I don't want to waste my prepared masterpiece." He responded as he made a legitimate excuse.
"Hubby," she whined as desire was still inside Skylar.
"As promised, we won't do the deed if one of us isn't ready." He kissed her temple as he reasoned, making her frown.
"Dammit. I shouldn't have made that rule." She clicked her tongue in annoyance, making Vincencio laugh.
"Cute, but Wifey, we're not in a rush, and besides, we could do that in the later years to come." He winked, making Skylar blush.
"When?" she wondered, making him shrug his shoulders.
"We'll see. So, prepare a movie as I arrange these snacks." He dodged answering her question and commanded his wife, making Skylar pout.
"I'll get you one day. Be prepared, Hubby. I'm coming for it." She gave up for now, but she didn't forget to warn her husband. She's a woman of her word, and she will do it regardless of how surprising it could be.
***
The following night was a challenge for Skylar; she was prepared to do something sweeter and hotter for her husband, but their kisses only lasted a few minutes before Vincencio made some excuses again. At first, it was fine and amusingly challenging, but on their fifth night in their suite, Vincencio was alone and fixing their things since tomorrow would be their last day at the beach hotel. But when Skylar came back tipsy, Vincencio got worried since she had never been drunk before.
"Hello, Hubby. I miss you." Skylar jumped into Vincencio's arms and rained kisses and hugs, causing him to stumble and lose his balance on their bed.
"I miss you too, and you're drunk." Vincencio chuckled as he caressed Skylar's face.
"Just tipsy but not that drunk." Skylar chuckled and corrected him.
"No difference," he teased with a sigh.
"Spelling," she firmly rebutted.
"Still clever even drunk." With amusement, Vincencio commented on his wife's clever mind.
"And you love it." She winked daringly, making Vincencio smile.
"I do." He leaned and kissed his adorable, tipsy wife.
"I love you, Hubby." She confessed and captured his lips.
"I love you too, Wifey," he whispered as he reciprocated his wife's kisses.
Again, their kiss was the same, but when Skylar desired more, their kisses escalated, igniting the flame waiting patiently on the side until it burst. Skylar was on top and began taking advantage of their position and took the lead. She made sure her kisses would be burned into Vincencio's lips and mind and later began marking her territory. Escalation was not just expanding but turned out to be exploding as their moans and heavy gasps made their hands move delicately but in a rush. They both felt the need and the sensation that burns under their skin. It was calling each other, and when clothes were falling off their bodies, leaving them half naked, passion, desire, and love began carving into their bones.
"Take me, Hubby." With a hoarse voice, Skylar whispered her undeniable desire and need for her husband.
Without a word, their position flipped, and Vincencio began hovering over his wife. He kissed her deeply, filled with desire and passion, leaving love bites over the heated body of his wife. Skylar had never begged for anything or anyone until Vincencio came into her life. She wanted more. She needed him more than she ever knew that she would until this night took place. Their heat mingled, and their bodies touched each other, but somehow Vincencio's escalated heat almost burned Skylar's.
"Hubby, you're too hot," Skylar panted as she held Vincencio dearly, but something flicked in him.
"I…" Vincencio suddenly halted, controlling himself.
"Hubby…" she confusedly asked.
"I'm sorry…I can't…" He quickly apologized while controlling something within him.
"You can. I trust you." Skylar shook her head and softly whispered, making Vincencio growl.
"Skylar…" He pulled away, but Skylar held onto him.
"I trust you. You can take me." She kept assuring him, but he really couldn't, despite how much he wanted to.
"I love you, but I can't." He sadly apologized and sat at the edge of the bed while gathering up their scattered clothes.
"Are you gay or something?" She quickly guessed, making him frown.
"Just because I can't make love with you doesn't mean that I'm gay or whatever you're thinking about me." He spat before he could control his annoyance. He sighed upon realizing it and sadly reminded her. "I love you, Skylar, and always will, but this…I can't just yet…I'm sorry."
"Oh my God…" but to Skylar, it was a gesture of rejection, causing something from the past to flick into her mind.
"Sky?" Vincencio noticed, but Skylar was in her thoughts.
In Skylar's mind was a faint scenario engraved into her memories about the betrayal that she received from a friend whom she thought she could trust and a fiancé who she thought wouldn't dare to cheat on her but sadly, still did.
"What have I done? I'm acting like a whore…" Skylar muttered as she recalled a certain scenario where her previous lover did the deed with another woman. She thinks she is doing the same.
"Hey, you're not…" Vincencio worriedly cupped her face and forced her to look at him.
"Then why can't you touch me more with this? Am I… not enough? Am I not good? Unworthy? Undesirable?" For another time, Skylar's voice weakened as she wondered, making Vincencio's heartache.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" With confusion, he growled, but Skylar was not backing down.
"YOU WON'T GO ANY FURTHER WITH ME, VINCE! WE'VE BEEN MARRIED FOR A YEAR, ALMOST TWO, BUT YOU WON'T EVEN DARE TO TOUCH ME MORE THAN ANY KISSES AND HUGS. I LOVE YOU, BUT YOUR CONSTANT REJECTION MADE ME FEEL LIKE I'M A DISGUSTING PERSON!" Skylar slapped what she had been noticing onto Vincencio's rejections.
"No…you're not…" It hits him deeply, making him stutter.
"THEN WHY?! WHY CAN'T YOU MAKE LOVE WITH ME? IT'S MY BODY, RIGHT?! MY FUCKING BODY HAS PLENTY OF BATTLE SCARS! THEY DISGUST YOU!" Skylar cried like a vulnerable wife before her husband, with hands wiping harshly her tears away.
"It's not about them…" He tried to reason, but Skylar was tired.
"You know what, I'm tired, and I don't want to argue over this shit." With a quick mask, Skylar coldly spat with venom as she dismissed their heated argument and quickly grabbed her clothes.
"Don't call it that." Vincencio didn't want their night to end like this, but he had already done it.
"You made me feel it." With coldness, Skylar put on her clothes and grabbed her coat before going to the door and adding, "I just need some air away from you…"
"Skylar…" He muttered in pain, but he knew that he hurt his wife more.
"Leave it, Vincencio. If you won't, then we won't." Without feelings, Skylar coldly stopped him from speaking and left their room to cool herself off.
***
Skylar was pissed and hurt by what she felt there. She wanted to crumble into pieces and never live again, but she knew it was just wishful thinking that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Then a painful past that she was trying to bury deeply at the back of her mind began flooding her like a stream of river gushing to the sea.
'Damn, you're so tight.'
'Like you didn't love it.'
'Fuck, I do.'
'Then go deeper. Explore me more.'
'Well, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk tomorrow.'
'Take care of me when that happens.'
'Don't worry, I will.'
Those words were like a curse as Skylar heard them when she returned after her usual work, and it was the time she could not swallow everything. Their heated voices and their sweet exchanges were echoing around her ears, and the sight of the messed bed as their entangled bodies kept doing the deed as if the man wasn't engaged with her.
Skylar's last letter to him with the engagement ring:
Our marriage is off. You're free now to marry her.
But it was also a trigger of something that she hadn't realized she had in her—command, firmness, coldness, and lastly, lethality and extreme dangerousness.
"Dammit. Why do I have to act like that woman in my past? I don't need to seduce or beg him for my desire or needs, yet I still do," Skylar muttered to herself when she received a notification that she needed to get it done.
Private Text Message:
Beta Din: MINOR CODE RED: Hunt & kill Mr. Raynaldo Reyes for raping teenagers and involvement in human trafficking. His connection has been directly pointed out with the corrupt retired military higher-ups running for mayor of the small town of Allor Ville. Here are their recent photos.
Two attached images came, and the first picture was a man with a good look around Vincencio's age, Mr. Raynaldo Reyes, while the second one was someone familiar, and it was an old man around fifty or so who was the candidate for mayor.
Alpha Lar: On it.