Page 12 of Braax's Bride
Braax sat next to her, pulling her into his lap and cradling her like he so enjoyed doing. His embrace was comforting, warm scales heating her bare arms. He nipped at her ear and Sofia giggled, though she already sensed the arousal coming off of him.
“I can’t tonight,” she said softly, not making eye contact.
He laughed, pressing his snout to her cheek in a chaste kiss.
“Were my most recent performances not up to your standards?”
“Oh, no. No, of course not. I mean, they were. Yes, they were very much up to my standards. Above my standards, really…” She cleared her throat, aware she was rambling. “I think I overexerted myself between all the…”
Vigorous fucking.
He brushed her hair, giving her a gentle smile when she met his gaze.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know you are small, but I thought my seed would help.”
“No! No, it’s not you, it’s me. It’s, uh, the endometriosis.”
Braax blinked slowly, eyes narrowed as if he were trying to understand, so she continued.
“It really sucks. It makes your uterine lining grow outside the uterus and can be painful. Surgery helped, but there’s no cure.”
Endo also had the potential to make you infertile, along with the mind-numbing pain and horrendous periods. Sofia had been lucky enough to have every symptom in the book, though in the end, infertility had shown itself to be the worst of them, the one that had ruined her life.
“I will take care of you. Would a massage help?” he cocked his head in question and she smiled despite her discomfort.
Greyson never offered her massages—no, she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him. That part of her life was over, gone, and there was no sense in continuing to let him take up space in her brain.
“Yes, that would be nice.”
Without another word, he scooped her up in his arms, walking her to the bedroom. Sofia’s heart raced, though she tried to keep herself calm. She really needed a break tonight, no matter what her throbbing cunt tried to say.
Braax laid her gently on her back, and the heat between her legs pulsed as if on instinct, as if remembering all the nights andmornings she spent like this with her husband hovered over her. He helped her slide out of her pants and shirt, and the chill sent a shiver down her spine.
As always, his gentle touch surprised her, especially in contrast to the rough way he’d used her this morning. His broad fingers massaged her shoulders first, then each arm, before moving to her stomach. The touches tingled her scalp, a delicious warmth enveloping her as he worked her lower belly. The aching pain burned from his kneading, but gave way to relief as he moved to her thighs.
Sofia didn’t miss the way his nostrils flared, clearly scenting her arousal, the thin fabric of her underwear the only thing keeping them apart. Still, he made no move to act on their twin desires, massaging her thighs for a long while before instructing her to roll over.
“Does this help, sweet wife?”
She grinned into the pillow as he kneaded her shoulders and back, his pet names always making her chest flutter.
Her muffled voice answered.
“Yes, Braax, it feels really nice.”
She heard him laugh as he moved to her ass, spending quite a lot of time on those muscles before continuing on to her quads and calves. She had almost drifted off to sleep again when he whispered in her ear, setting every hair on end.
“I am so glad this helps. I will bring you dinner, if you wish.”
He crouched next to her, and she flipped herself, cheeks flushing as she gazed up at him.
With trouble, she stuttered her words.
“I-I’m fine. I can get out of bed. Thank you.”
His pupils dilated ever so slightly, and he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips, only lasting a moment.
“I will make dinner, then.”