Lonely Bride

SARAH POV

After finishing our yummy ravioli and garlic bread, we started walking towards our room.

I went inside the room but looked back, sensing the presence on my back, and saw Sean enter the room, opening his shirt buttons.

Looking at that, my eyes came out like sockets, and I asked in my horror, “What… what are you doing?”

He looked at me strangely and asked, “What?

His hands are going down one by one, opening one button after another.

I gulp down my saliva to lubricate my dry throat. “Why are you in this room?” I asked, looking everywhere, then at him.

“He came to me now. All the buttons are open, and his fine abs are on display. My fingers itch to touch them just once. Gosh, why the hell is he wearing his denim so low? Is he intentionally trying to seduce me? If yes, then it is full-time work.

I felt his hand on my forehead, and I came out of my nasty thoughts and looked at him.

“Baby, are you alright? Did you again forget that we are husband and wife? And if I am not wrong, husband and wife generally stay in the same room.” He spoke cockily.

“No, I have not. And let us not forget that we are husband and wife on paper. There is nothing else we have in between.” I reply, keeping my chin high and crossing my hand to my chest.

“If we did not have, then we can have it now. There is a saying, It is never too late for anything.” He locked his arms around my waist, and his lips were just a millimeter away from mine.

I again gulp, but his proximity is not good for me. He has the ability to melt me like wax melts when it meets fire.

I instantly kept my palms on his bare chest before he came closer to me than he already was.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

But the moment my palms touched his hard, clean, shaved chest, My mind froze.

My one palm is in the middle of his chest, and there is one little left side. The moment my palm touched his teats, I noticed how his small hair was pricked by my touch, and his tits got hard.

Well, I will not lie if I say I do not like the effect I have on him.

To control my smile, I bite my lips and look down to hide the blood rush on my cheeks.

He released my lip from my teeth and whispered in my ear, “Mine can do a better job.” I look up, not understanding what he is saying.

His eyes have many emotions right now, and among them is lust.

Capturing my lips in between his teeth made me realize what he could do better.

And that made my mind completely foggy.

His lips started moving, and mine started moving with his. He took my tongue in his mouth so hard. Gosh, this is the best kiss. His tongue roams in every nook of my mouth, and I try to do the same.

I told you this guy was bad news. He melted like nothing before.

I felt a softness on my back. Gosh, when did we walk to the bed? But who cares right now? I do not want to miss kissing this handsome devil who is unwantedly my husband.

Leaving my lips, he went down a little, and I looked down. He was hovering over me, and my hand was on his shoulder. His lips were sucking my neck, and finally, he found my weak point. I moan so loud when he bites me and swirls his tongue to soothe the pain. I’m sure maids might have heard our make-up session.

God, how will I face them? It is so embarrassing.

His one hand came up to my breast, and he touched it there, and it gave me a euphoria of pleasure. I arch my chest to his touch for more and more. My mind is saying stop, but my heart wants more, and I want to hear my heart today.

Getting the hint my body was giving him, I grabbed my breast in his palm and pressed it hard.

“Ahaa, Oh, my god, Sean,” I could not control and arch my chest to him more.

Yeah, baby.” He pressed even harder this time.

It is painful, but at the same time, I am just loving it. It feels so good.

And his endearment was making me crazy.

His lips are roaming on my shoulder due to my off-shoulder dress and our steamy make-out session. Now it is even more down, and I am sure my half-boobs are for his display.

I was panting hard, and my below-ground region was dripping wet. My whole panty is getting wet and getting wet more and more.

He pulled my dress down and to my breast, and now I am in my tube black bra.

Putting his two fingers in, he pulls my bra down, and my breasts are out, bouncing.

He admired me for a second and put my breast in his mouth.

Shit, shit, shit. My head fell back in pleasure. I unknowingly push him a little towards my breast for more.

He pulls my other cup down, takes his other one in his hand, and roams his hand freely on them, as if feeling them.

His tongue touched my nipple, and my perky nipple perked even more, if possible.

His tongue swirls on my nipple a bit gently. My other breast was aching from his attention, and, as if getting the clue, he gave that while taking the other one in his mouth too.

The wetness was pooling, and I am sure it must have spoiled the bed sheet as well by now.

His mouth came and captured my lips again.

Gosh, so that is how it feels when kissed? While loved?

But then I remember how he denied kissing me at the altar.

He made me feel unwanted.

Jerking up, I broke the kiss.

He looked into my eyes, and I looked at our position and blushed in embarrassment.

My boobs were fully in his view.

What must he be thinking about me? I am a fucking horny bitch who is ready to have sex after getting so many insults from him.

I cannot do this.

I cannot forget what he did to me. I cannot submit myself to him.

I just cannot.

He had a chance to get me, win me, and take me, but he lost it by choice. And now I cannot give him one more chance.

My act was just a hormonal response to him. I have never been touched by anyone. That is why his mare’s touch made my sense bizarre.

I will not lie; I did not like it.

I want to get touched, but not by him.

I pushed him a little gently. I could see a confused look on his face from my action, but before he reacted, I rushed towards the washroom and closed the door.

Tears welled up in my eyes, thinking of my act. I feel so ashamed of myself right now.

I cannot believe I let him touch me like this. Sitting on the floor, I cry my heart out, putting my palm on my mouth.

I do not want him to see my vulnerable state.

Getting up, I took a shower and changed into my nightdress.

The moment I reached back to the room, my eyes caught him; he was sitting on the couch with no emotion on his face.

Why did I feel this peace before the storm? Sarah, this man is bad news. Just stay away from him as much as possible.

The air in this room felt so heavy, and suddenly this big room felt so small.

I can feel the elephant in the room. But I want to avoid it as much as possible.

I so wanted to run away from here, but I know better if right now I do anything he will not like.

I want to go and sleep in another room, but that not only makes me look like a weak woman but also makes him more furious than he already is.

I padded straight to my bed and took the quilt from my body. I close my eyes with no words.

I just want to avoid everything at this moment.

I waited for some time, but when I did not feel any movement around me, I finally went to my slumber, thinking I would handle things tomorrow in a better way, hopefully.

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