Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Never again. Some of that was learned and some of it was

natural. But when we were married, no, fuck, when we were

together, I felt like maybe I belonged to you.”

She couldn’t deny it any longer. She was standing here, and

this was what had driven her to be on this doorstep. To come

to Coralyn.

Instead of melting at the soul-wrenching, heart-bleeding

declaration, Coralyn shied away, her eyebrows pulling down

into a slash, her lips parting in surprise. “I don’t want you to

own me,” she whispered, real fear in her tone. “I’m afraid that

all you want to do is possess me. I’m not a thing. I’m a person

with will and emotions and a life. I don’t want that to be taken

over.”

“I don’t want to take you over. I didn’t mean belong in a

possessive way. I understand why you would think that.

Because we have rough sex together. But last night, there were

moments where it wasn’t just that way. Where it wasn’t just

me giving orders.” She swallowed past the rising emotion that

she couldn’t contain. Her heart felt like it was bleeding out

from all the invisible wounds and hurts that had gutted and cut

her into shreds over the years. “All this time, I didn’t want the

money or whatever renown came with that, or all the shit in

my house. I wanted the one thing I told myself I couldn’t

have.”

“What’s that?” Coralyn’s knuckles turned white on the edge

of the door. “Love?”

“I don’t know. Maybe that’s too big of a word for now. But

for the future? I’ve been lost. Everyone has always thought

that I’m fine, but I’m not fine. I’m not ice. I’ve been feeling all

this for years, I just couldn’t process it or bear it. I’m not just