SHE IS HIS

ening too fast. He had kissed her with resolve, like nothing could stop hi

ead, frantically conveying

an happen

be pleased. It was her father whom she had inherited her conservative nature from. If he knew his daughter was sexually inv

tature awkwardly splayed on her queen-sized bed. She would have moved faster to

was unusual for him to lose his control but knowing his tempting little fiancé l

g night but fuck! He wouldn't hold back now, no

of her bed. His jaw clenched at her action. With one rough pull on her ankles, she was under him in a mo

running from k

or when her instincts told her to. His breath fanned her face. She pushed on

blurt, witnessing the gli

ll that mattered, she was going to be his, there was no alternative to h

e marriage" It pained her to have to

ures were highlighted by what small amoun

s made her nauseated but nonetheless she shook her head in an eager

utter gentleness he feigned

kissed you, wha

e managed to say, struggling as his large f

ight into her eyes. Her grave mistake

ips hungrily latched onto hers, his hands s

he was her future. She rather maintain her unwilling posture and lose every hope of gaining his

appen? Father will never see

d as he felt her lips moving, finding a perfect rhythm, hi

on her arms and picked her up yet again. In the little privi

is ha

her large window. In between her legs, he stood tall in all his glory, even with

ishevel, before she could observe him more, her view was blocked by his lips crashing on her. Thi

r waist before moving inside her shirt. She panicked when his touch started to approach her braless breast. She held his arm before he

he stuttered not finding enoug

behind her ear, momentarily watching the m

fter marriage?" His calm was deceiving, running painfully l

curate. If it was up to her

n't offer her anything good in back too. But the fact that he wanted her involvement raised unnecessary hopes inside her. He sought he

re. "it's online, I'd be home all th

slowly but unwillingly guiding her hand to the first button of his shirt, undoing

arrowed at

rt he retorted, not seeming pleased at hav

thighs even closer to his body he whispered, ensu

rk, you let m

h brand new ones, more dangerous ones. She had no idea a man's touch could introduce so many feelings to her already overwhelmed state. His thumb slowly circled her nub, enjoying the inner turmoil between her Brain and body. Her hands tightly held his wrists to

she didn't- rather couldn't reply, he tore the fabric she called shirt in a second getting rid of it in the record speed. Be

t intimate parts in all the capacities she could but he wasn't one of the men who'