Chapter 5: The Recovery

I was looking at my husband as I was playing with his eyelashes. He was sleeping soundly as I was biting my lower lips when he was sighing his breath.

"You know, you could do better than playing my eyelashes, my love," he said as his stormy eyes were on me. I giggled sweetly at him before he went on top of me as I was smiling at his sudden change of attitude.

"I need you now," he said before he slammed into a home run. I was horny when I saw that our naked bodies were entangled as one and he was sleeping in our bed. I don't want to be the one that was pushing him to give me sex but I think my husband can read my body language well.

Too well, in my opinion.

"Now that's much better," he said as he was moving back and forth as the sound of our sexes were knocking at each other.

Slap!

Slap!

Thump!

Thump!

"Now, I can get used to this," he said as he was kissing me on the lips. He asked for entrance as he licked my lower lips with his tongue before I opened up for him. He ventured inside like he fucking owns the place and I love it. I sighed as my erected nipples were grazing his bare chest.

"Ah, so sweet, so innocent, so you, my love," he whispered as he was nuzzling my neck. I cannot believe that he was sucking on my hollow spot that was an erogenous zone for me.

"Ah, I'm coming sweetheart," he groaned into my mouth before I was on the wave of pleasure as his thumb was flicking my pearl. I cannot describe the feeling as I was biting his neck, marking him as my own, Mine.

"Well, that's going to leave a mark," he said as he looked at his neck at the reflection of his body. I smirked at him.

"And no one will ever touch you again," I said as I was looking at his stormy eyes and smirked before he kissed me again and his cock, buried deep inside me was losing another battle as it was springing to life and I smirked that I have that effect on him.

After showering and some dessert in that bathtub as well, because Spencer was eager to help me cleanse myself, I was being hornier and hornier than usual after our last night lovemaking. I sighed in content as I was brushing my hair as I was wearing a red satin robe that was clinging to my curves as I was wet.

"It looks like you were not ready, my love," Spencer said as he was looking at me while he was leaning at the bathroom door. I looked at him before I put the brush down.

"Well, just give me 10 minutes and I will be ready," I said as I was trying to get out of the bathroom but he shook his head.

"No, I need you to see this before we went out for lunch," he said as he dragged me to the table that was inside the bedroom. I looked at him strangely before I was looking at the pictures and pictures of small me and my teenage years and me when I was graduating college.

How could he have all this?

I flipped through the pages and pages as I was looking at them. My birthdays, my slumber parties, my summer vacations. All of it has my face in it. What was this supposed to mean?

"Did you stalk me?" I asked him as he was standing beside me. He shook his head before I looked at the particular picture that he was showing me. I was playing Scramble with him and went I touched the picture, the images were coming to my memory.

***

I was playing around and I was playing with someone. But I could not make out the face or the silhouette of the person that I was laughing with. All I know was that person gave me something. It was a necklace and I was so happy to have it before my mother took it away as she was afraid that I would choke on it before that silhouette was gone.

Then, it was all clear. I was playing with Spencer when I just made my word. I could not be younger than 7 or 8 years old at the time. Spencer was older two years than me and he was teaching me to build words.

My mother came inside the room when Spencer gave me the pendant. It was the teardrop white Topaz pendant where I was delighted to have it but mum took it from me. I was crying and crying until I saw I was on killing mode now.

I went to my mum who was refused to give it up and then I have to tear her throat before the blood was staining the white dress that she wore. I took the pendant and Spencer smiled at me. He patted my head before he whispered something to me.

"I will come for you my love as I was the only one that can bring out the worst of you," he whispered before I was sleepy. I was sleeping in his arms and that memory was gone.

***

I was dizzy as the images were coming inside my head like a mad man. It was asking me to remember when all I can see was him. He was the one that brought out the worst but also the best of me.

"I love you, Spencer and nothing shall separate us again," I said as I was touching his cheek. He sighed in relief as he was touching our forehead together.

"I thought I have lost you forever," he said as he was cradling me to his chest. I felt his warmth, the familiar warmth that I was waiting for, and the one that Theo could never give me.

He was not my world, Spencer was and I will make sure that it will stay that way.

"Who were those people then? Kaka, Tina, Nina, Aunt Theresa and Mimi, Uncle Sam and Ross, my parents?" I asked him after I just realized that I killed my mother.

"They are not your real family but they have been given the drug that was necessary to conceal your existence, my love," he said as he was looking at me while tucking my hair behind my ear.

"My existence?" I asked him as I was confused.

"Yes, people would go such length to get to you because you, my wife, my love, was the perfect Assassin in the world," he said as he was kissing my mouth.

"Then who did I kill when I was 8 years old?" I asked him.

"It was your nanny,"

"I felt terrible,"

"Don't be because all you need in the world was me," Spencer said as he was kissing me, again and again, that ended up us on the bed again and again as I was trying to get this ache out of my heart.

Later that night, I was awake and I searched for Spencer but he was not there. I looked around the room and he was at the window, looking out into the nothingness. I went to get out of bed and went to him as I was hugging him. He did not step away.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him as I was standing in front of him. He was putting his hand possessively on my waist.

"About the future," he said as he was looking at the night. I looked at his face and I wanted to know that I will be alright in his hands.

"I will not let anything happened to you," I vowed to him as I was holding his face. His stormy eyes were looking at me and he nodded. I kissed him before I pulled him to bed. I know that my vows were nothing but I will protect him at all costs.