Wet

"My uncle, his wife, Gorden and the head servant." Abby said, anger flashing through her eyes remembering all that she had gone through.

"Tell me about your uncle. How was your life staying with them?"

A snort escaped her, a sound far from the delicate comportment expected of a lady. Yet, in that moment, she discarded such concerns and answered candidly,

"I don't know how I'm related to those people. They're pure evil! I have been treated like a princess all of my life and suddenly—-everything had changed. They treated me like a servant—-no-no they treated the servants even better."

Abby stretched out her hand to him, "See? My auntie burnt me with coffee because it tasted awful. Was it my fault she had an awful taste bud?"

Remo grabbed her hand, his eyes darkening as he looked at the scar against her pale skin.

As Remo's fingers delicately traced the scar on Abby's skin, a mixture of emotions flickered in his eyes. Concern, protectiveness, and a hint of anger mingled in his gaze as he studied the mark left behind. Abby watched him, her heart unexpectedly fluttering at his touch, her thoughts momentarily diverted from the pain of the memory.

His touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers seeming to linger just a fraction longer than necessary. Abby's breath caught, her skin tingling in response to his attention.

"You've been through a lot," Remo murmured, his voice a low rumble, his gaze never leaving the scar.

Abby nodded, her throat feeling tight as the memories resurfaced. "Yes, but it's in the past now."

His eyes met hers, a fierceness in his gaze that took her aback. "No one should ever treat you like that. And no one ever will again."

Abby felt a strange mix of emotions at his words, a mixture of vulnerability and attraction. She had never expected this side of Remo, this protective and caring demeanor that he was displaying. It made her heart race in a way she couldn't quite comprehend.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The weight of his gaze, the touch of his fingers, sent tingles straight to her core making her squirm. The sensation was weird.

She pulled her hands away and leaned forward, grabbing the new drink the man had placed on the table, bringing it to her lips and gulping it back down her throat in one hit, wincing again as that same burn coated her throat.

She looked to Remo who had leant back against the couch, twirling one of the glasses of whisky between his fingers as he watched her with amusement "Thirsty?"

She coughed slightly, wiping the back of her hand over her lips "Just a bit".

He brought his whisky up to his lips, knocking the entire drink back in one gulp without so much as a flinch, wiping any remnants of the liquid away from his full lips with his tongue.

Why was that so hot?

"Well easy or you will get drunk." Remo said afterwards.

Well it was too late because she could feel the alcohol taking a toll on her and yet that didn't stop her from taking one sip after the other.

Abby tilted her head curiously, reaching over to take another drink and as she brought it to her lips, he lifted his brows with a warning look to listen to his previous statement but she was dying to ask him something. She needed to be bold for that.

"So—are you going to sleep with me tonight? It's our wedding night after all. N-eed to consummate—"

He spit out his drink and coughed, "I'm sorry, what?"

Abby frowned. She didn't think the question was that difficult to understand and added, "You know.. Have sex with me?P-penetrate me?"

"Fuck," he breathed, "You certainly are drunk now."

"N-no I'm not. Y-you know I have been reading about it—-even watched some videos—" she flushed.

"How could something so big fit inside?" She glanced between her legs.

He was still staring at her in shock..

"Isn't it painful? B-but she seemed to be enjoying it though—weird!"

Her alcohol induced train wreck just seemed to go on and on as she continued,

He lifted his brows, biting back a laugh as those mesmerizing eyes lit up humorously "I can tell you it's truly enjoyable though."

Her cheeks deepened the crimson shade they're already tinted, "Is it?"

Remo nodded, "Hmmm."

Her gaze traveled in between his legs, she bit her lips.

"How big are you, anyway? There is a very good chance you're not going to fit. Especially since I-I have ne-ver…"

"I am certain I can get you wet enough to accommodate me." He interrupted her, a grin on his lips.

"Wet? You will pour water inside?" She asked seriously, curious about how he was going to make her wet.

Remo bursted out into laughter, "God that little mind of yours is really innocent huh?"

Abby pouted, "Inno—"

She blinked, unable to complete her words as her body was beginning to feel very fuzzy, a touch nauseous and ridiculously tired.

She let out a small moan as she tried to keep her eyes focused, but it didn't quite keep her from closing them for just a second. When she opened them again, she realized that Remo had caught her just before she fell over.

"S-o romantic."