My Lady Chef novel Chapter 11

Ezran's POV:

I stared at the pale back of the woman I married as she sat between my bent legs, struggling not to touch me as I recalled what happened a few moments ago.

The moment we arrived at her room which was smaller than I thought, I rang for the maids who came right away and I started barking orders for a bath to be drawn for me and the duchess. I sent Hughes to the main house for some of my toiletries and clothes as well as a message to Milford that I will be spending the night with my duchess.

After a few more minutes and a bit of protest from my lady in the bathroom, here we are. The air around us was very awkward since I was twice bigger than her and so I took up all the room in the clawfoot tub.

When I took off the maid's cap that hid her face from me, I was stunned as I beheld my wife's elegant and beautiful face. The arousal that lay dormant inside me hit my loins with an urgency that took me by surprise.

No woman no matter how pretty has ever made me this hard.

Somehow seeing her flushed back amidst skeins of golden hair somehow aroused me easily once again. She wore her shift to the tub but she does not know that the steam and water as all but made the gown transparent. It was definitely more erotic than nude skin.

"Y-Your Grace..." her voice sounded breathless. I kinda like it.

"I have a name, wife. It's Ezran." I taunted her softly until she turned and I was momentarily mesmerized by how clear and earnest her eyes were.

Blue-green and multifaceted like a precious gemstone. Very pretty eyes indeed.

"I have a name as well Lord Ezran. It is Alaina." Her voice was firmer but they still feel nice to my ears.

I pulled her towards me and her face reddened, even more, when our bodies finally pressed together. I have to admit that I am liking how good she feels in my arms.

"Alaina...." I rumbled, stretching out the syllables of her name like a lover caressing his lady. " Are you aware of what will happen tonight?"

Somehow I am glad that she isn't one of those virgins who look like a lamb led to the slaughterhouse. I have heard tales of young ladies fearing their first night with their husbands that they often end up hurting themselves or even committing suicide.

The thought of those clear eyes turning hazy with fear somehow disturbed me. For the first time in my life, I was considering not taking a woman to bed.

Almost.

Since....she made me the most delicious pasta I have eaten in such a long time. The heat in the dish was further heightened by the flavourful cream sauce that was not heavy. It was the most delicious meal I have had in weeks and I was able to eat a lot of it even with the toast and that delicious cold fruity drink which is surely not juice. It was a rare treat for me to even be impressed with any food that is not mana enriched.

Even more so when the food was made by a woman I have not been intimate with...yet.

"I...I am aware." She met my gaze as she bit her lush bottom lip nervously. " I know the mechanics of how....it goes."

The mechanics?

Very bizarre choice of words but at least she was not crying and begging me to leave her alone like I was some kind of monster.

I grabbed the soapy sponge left by the maids and gently scrubbed her back which made her yelp but I steadied her as I gave her a sponge so that she may scrub me.

Smart girl that she is. She scrubbed me behind my ears and my thick neck, applying pressures in places that needed it. Her motions were shaky and nervous but she was gentle with my body while I cleaned her thoroughly as well.

Both of us stopped when all that was left to scrub were our chests and crotch.

" Alaina...." I whispered as she clutched the sponge to her plump breasts. " Do you want me to sleep here tonight?"