Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Carlos was born with a charming face. Mikayla thought, 'Something must have gone wrong when the heavens created him because he's bad to the bone, yet they gave him such good looks. Liar! He's a liar!' Only the sounds of their panting could be heard in the quiet room.

Carlos hovered above Mikayla, so their current posture was quite intimate.

She could hear his breathing, feel his hot, long breath sprayed on her sensitive neck, and his pounding heart through their clothing and, of course, her own.

Carlos pushed himself up. Mikayla's messy hair and swollen lips made her look tempting and attractive. Her quick pants made her full chest heave up and down. Carlos' Adam's Apple bobbed at the sight.

Mikayla didn't know how beautiful she was at that moment. Her blushing face and the trace of desire in her eyes made Carlos lower his head again and take her slightly parted lips. 'Shit! I just can't get enough of kissing her. Her delectable lips...' he thought as their lips and tongues clashed again.

However, it didn't last as long as the last time.

"You're so addictive!" Carlos stood up, and his seductive voice echoed in the heated room, stirring more headiness. "Tonight, you sleep here, and I'll sleep next door," he ordered. Mikayla watched him and thought, 'He's a beast, but the minute he gets up, he looks human again.'

After that, Carlos said seriously, "I want to sleep with you, but I can't! Lorenzo said your feet aren't well enough to handle it yet, and I'm also worried that my first time will hurt you." Mikayla was speechless again. 'This man is really... shameless. One should never judge a book by its cover!' she thought.

"Of course, if you have needs, I can still satisfy them." Carlos shrugged resignedly.

Mikayla gritted her teeth in anger, grabbed something on the bed, and threw it at him. 'He's so shameless!' she cussed silently.

It had been a tiring day.

Carlos left the room, opened the next room's door, and undid his tie. He nearly lost his control and was impressed with his patience.

He crossed the room to the mini fridge, took out a bottle of cold drink, and drank it. Finally, the coolness relieved some of the heat in his body.

When he was about to take a second sip and suppress his desire, his door was opened.

Carlos held the cool drink and looked at Mikayla, standing at the doorway.

Mikayla was wearing a fiery red gown with a gloomy expression. 'I don't want to come here. It feels like I'm entering a lion's den,' she thought.

She was about to shower and get into bed after Carlos left but couldn't find the hidden zipper of her gown. Although she guessed it was on her back, she couldn't reach it. At that time, she had an impulse to find something sharp and cut it, but there was nothing like that in the room.

She couldn't fall asleep without taking a shower or showering and sleeping with the gown, confident she wouldn't have a good night's sleep.

"Have you made up your mind? You want to have a passionate wedding night with me?" Carlos looked at her blatantly.

"Be serious, Carlos!" Mikayla bit her lip and explained, "I can't find the hidden zipper of this gown! I can't take it off! Please help me." "Come here, Mika." Carlos stood there and smiled.

It really felt like she was walking into a lion's den but had no choice, so she strode to him, stopped before him, and turned her back to him.

She checked the front and sides and couldn't even find a loose thread, so she deduced that the zipper must be on her back, though she couldn't find it.

She didn't know what the designer of the gown was thinking. Wouldn't she have to wear it the whole night if she was alone?

Carlos looked at the exposed back. Even if it was only a small area, it shone under the light, fanning the flames he tried hard to suppress.

"Carlos?" Mikayla called when she didn't feel him move.

Only then did Carlos come back to his senses and unzip the hidden zipper.

Mikayla held the front of her gown so that it wouldn't fall off. Before she could say thank you, she felt Carlos slender fingers caressing her back. That was her cue to leave, since she didn't want to be the victim of his desires.

Yet, his powerful arm suddenly circled her waist, stopping her. She struggled in panic.

"Carlos..." She tried to remind him

and thought, Seriously! I was prepared to sacrifice when we kissed earlier but managed to escape, so I definitely don't want to do it now. After all, I only mentally prepared myself because Carlos had muddled my mind. I'm not a woman with such a strong sexual desire!'

During their tug-of-war, Mikayla's red gown slipped off her without warning and landed between their feet.

Mikayla couldn't even scream. Despite her excellent upbringing, even she felt like cussing at that moment.

Only a scrap of clothing was left on her body. It was on the verge of slipping from their earlier actions. Her voluptuous figure was exposed under Carlos' burning gaze. "Don't be scared!" Carlos' words were laced with his urges.

'Let's switch roles, Carlos, then we'll see whether you'll be scared,' Mikayla thought.

His words caused her body to tremble.

Suddenly, she felt a warm kiss on her nape. It was a gentle kiss, but the sensation grew as his kisses turned more forceful.

For a long time, she didn't respond. She just stood there and felt Carlos' kisses.

Then, he hugged her from behind and did nothing. She also stood there without moving. His hot breath hit her skin. His erratic breathing gradually calmed down.

When he released her, Mikayla

picked up the gown on the floor.

Although she couldn't avoid him, it

could, at least, cover her body. After all, she didn't have any exhibitionism fetish.

Back in the room, Mikayla walked into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with water, and immersed herself.

The warmth and relaxing pressure from the jets washed away the day's weariness. She gradually felt drowsy.