My Husband Is Always Cold Novels & Stories

Why is my husband so hot? I could barely focus with him sitting this close, his masculine scent wrapping around me like a spell. How is it that no one talks about the cons of having a hot husband? The physical intimacy… the way he used to touch me—it’s so difficult to let go of. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. It was crazy how he could still have this effect on me after all this time, even with all the tension between us. The craving for him—his touch, his lips, his warmth—had been lingering for weeks now, driving me insane.

Though my husband always has this cold aura that frightens people making it difficult for Jocelyn and her family to relax during the diner, I did my best to make sure he put a smile on that cold face of his. I myself don't even know when I started looking over that cold face, like I'm no longer scared of it like I was in the beginning. Maybe it's because he has shown me how much he loves me and we have shared intimacy too. I'm now certain that he can never hurt me nor intimidate me so his cold face is nothing to me. Also, he doesn't wear that look when he's with me, though he did in the past but not anymore.

he stated curtly, clenching his jaw. I sensed a different warmth beneath his icy tone. He exuded coldness toward everyone in the living room except for me. That exclusive warmth he displayed toward me deeply touched me. Seeing that he believed in me, not my family members, was heartwarming. I gazed at my husband with admiration until my father grumbled.

JULIAN Hours had passed and still no movement from my wife. She didn’t even feel like a living person anymore. Her hands had been cold since I took her out from those ruins. I tried a hand warmer, I tried covering them and tucking them into the blanket to get them warm, but it didn’t work. instead, her whole body grew cold.

I was sweating heavily yet I felt cold on the inside like I had been locked in a refrigerator for days but outside, my body was as hot as a furnace. "My wife is an expert in medicine and herbs." She stepped forward and came closer to feel his temperature before shooting her husband a worried glance. "What's going on?" Their exchanged worried glances had me perk up as I stared at their faces, notwithstanding the pain that flowed inside of me, I was sure able to discern when something was wrong.

How could men be so cruel! Anger begins to boil in the depths of my stomach and suddenly I begin to react to the cold around me. Like I've said once before, my body is very sensitive to cold, hence my current mild shivering. Madre begins to speak again and warmth slowly creeps onto my cold body and I relax and lean further into the comforting warmth around me. "He was coming on a vacation with his PREGNANT wife when he and his wicked father had rendered me barren!. There was no way I was gonna let him just move on after putting my life at a horrible stand still!.

We both helplessly tried to breathe. "That was… was—" "Amazing? Incredible? Overwhelming? Phenomenal? Exciting? Awe-inspiring? Abso-freakin-lutely fantabulous? So amazing world leaders should add it to history? So fantastic it should have its own chronicle? S—" "Shut up," he laughed. I smiled and snuggled into his arms, his safe arms. "Why is your body almost always cold?" "Believe it or not, I'm a cold-blooded beast." He said dryly. I laughed before I remembered something.

He wrapped me up in a huge towel, like he always did, and carried my shivering, cum drunk body to the bed. "Still can't get over how good it feels when you pick me up in your arms and carry me to bed," I murmured to him, snuggling against him to warm up. He laid me down gently and unwrapped me carefully, drying me off. "I still can't wrap my head around Jason never carrying you to bed. You were fucking wasted on him," my husband told me with a low, angry purr. "I'm not exactly a twig, am I, daddy?" I said with a half laugh.

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

“Always getting me with your wittiness! I don’t know why I even bother trying sometimes.” “Yay! I win! Now submit to my desires, husband!” I commanded seductively. I pulled off my clothes and climbed under the blankets and waited for him. He heaved a sigh of defeat. “Alright, you damn vixen. I’ll relent this time.” He answered, joining me. He wrapped his arms around me. “You’re cold honey…” “I know… It’s just because of the fatigue. It always happens when I get too tired… But you! You’re delightfully warm.” I whispered basking in his warmth. He has that mission tomorrow… What horrible timing this is... “You’re going away tomorrow Conor.”