#MidWeekTease from HIS TREASURE African #historicalromance
Mid-week tease is back and I'm sharing from one of my favourite scenes in His Treasure.
What's a guy to do when his wife expresses her wishes by mistake?
Grant them of course. LOL
Enjoy the teaser.
“My husband, you know the New Yam festival fast approaches,” Adaku said. They were in the main chamber of the house. The sleeping rooms led off directly from it. Seated opposite Obinna at the table while he ate his dinner, she felt a little apprehensive about the topic she wanted to discuss with him and shifted nervously in her chair.
Obinna looked up at her. His eyes fringed by long, dark lashes, a black, expressionless pool she could drown in, always unnerved her. As she couldn’t read his mood, gauging how to tell him what she wanted to say was difficult.
“Yes, say what’s on your mind, Adaku,” he said in his usual deep voice as he licked his long fingers.
Something stirred low within her belly. Her eyes hungrily followed his action, and she got distracted. For a moment, she wished he was licking her fingers.
“That could be arranged.”
Adaku looked up sharply, and Obinna’s brow was lifted with amusement. She realized she must have spoken her thoughts aloud. Embarrassment and heat washed over her as he held her hand in his large one.
Somewhere within her mind, something shifted. An awareness of Obinna at a primal level registered in her rapidly hazing brain.
The air suddenly felt warmer, and her skin prickled. He drew her fingers into his warm mouth in turn, twirling his moist tongue around each. Sensation flooded her body, and she forgot everything else she wanted to say. All she could feel was the stroke of his tongue on her fingers as he sucked and lapped them.
His touch scorched her straight to her soul.
She gasped, and his gaze came up, locking onto her and pinning her to the spot. His eyes were filled with a desire she couldn’t explain. His tongue trailed over her skin, searing a path to the centre of her palm before swiping it. Then he released her hand, and she realized she was trembling.
She felt a need pulsating in her core, leaving her confused. All he’d done was lick her fingers. Yet it seemed to turn her into a shivering mass, yearning for more of his touch. Prince Emeka’s touch had never elicited such a response from her, and she’d thought he was her life mate.
“What did you want to ask me, or have I already fulfilled it?”
Obinna was still watching her intensely. His voice had a husky tinge that rumbled through her. She took a while to catch her breath before she could speak. Willing her heart rate to return to normal, she stared at her hand, still tingling from his touch.
“I-I just wondered if I could buy some new fabrics in preparation for the festival,” she said with a shaky voice that wasn’t like her. She’d never been this affected before by his actions.
In a time when men ruled their households with firm hands, can a quiet man tame his rebellious wife with persevering love?
Angry at having to marry a man not of her choosing, Adaku stubbornly shuns her new husband on their wedding night. However, she soon discovers there are worse things than giving into a man whose touch awakens her deep desires. In a land where fruitfulness is celebrated, she could soon be labeled a barren woman.
Obinna knows there are several ways to tame a rebellious woman. Patience and perseverance are two of them. Adaku is his treasure and he will never let her go. When her fears push her into his arms, will he be able to convince her to stay with him forever by unleashing the passion within her?