“Huff, I am sleepy, Arthav,” Reiha said, sitting on the bed in her wedding dress.
On the other side of the room, Arthav was standing near the mirror.
The mirror barely contained his height.
Dark hair fell across his forehead as he loosened his cuffs with unhurried precision, every movement carrying an effortless confidence.
He looked up at her through the mirror and smirked.
He said in a teasing tone, “You are not sleeping today, my love.”
Reiha eyed him, then looked to the side, smiling.
She turned her gaze back to him and rolled her eyes.
“Oh, really?” she murmured.
“I don’t have any energy left to argue with you. I am so exhausted.”
Arthav chuckled and turned, slowly unbuttoning his shirt one by one.
He took a step closer to her and sat beside her on the bed; the mattress dipped slightly with his weight.
He slowly lifted his hand and caressed her cheeks with tenderness.
“You don’t have to do anything, love; just lie down.”
Reiha took out a slow breath and looked at him nervously.
He slowly reached for her hair, which was gathered as a loose bun, and removed all the pins that were holding her hair.
Her hair fell down over her shoulder.
“I will not let this night pass without any moment between us,” he said in a low, calm voice.
Reiha gulped as his eyes turned dark with deep affection in them.
He leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek.
“Don’t be scared,” he said.
She smiled nervously and nodded.
He slowly unzipped her dress, and it fell down on the ground.
Beneath it, she was wearing a red bra with matching panties.
He slowly kissed her collarbone and on his hand, reached for her back to unhook her bra and threw it on the ground with force.
Reiha moved her face forward closer to his lips; her lips touched Arthav’s warm, soft lips, and she closed her eyes.
Arthav froze for a brief second, caught off guard, then slowly kissed her back, his lips moving gently in rhythm with hers.
He kissed her deeper, his hand tightening slightly against her waist as though he had forgotten everything else around him.
His thoughts blurred the moment.
The kiss grew hungrier without him realizing it, and in the heat of the moment, his teeth caught her lower lip lightly.
“Ouch,” Reiha whispered against his lips, a small, breathy laugh slipping out.
“Careful…”
He looked at her eyes and lightly touched her cheeks; she smiled.
Slowly, then, he laid her down on the bed.
Reiha’s breath grew shallow, and she was too stunned to speak anything.
It was her first time, and all was strange—in an overwhelmingly delicate fashion.
The wide shoulders of Arthav block the fallen angel painting on the ceiling overhead.
Her hands curled into the sheet; her heart was racing beyond her ability to comprehend.
But somewhere in her heart she also felt something softer she could not name, but there was also a nervous trembling in her chest.
Arthav saw how she got shuddered under him.
When he spoke, in a low, softer voice than ever.
“Hey… look at me.”
Reiha raised her eyes slowly to look into his, unsure but seeking.
His gaze was no longer hurried but patient and something that calmed the tightness of her chest.
Arthav touched her cheeks and asked, “You okay? Your heart is beating hard.”
Reiha nodded once and swallowed.
Her voice was soft and trembled when she spoke, “I… I haven’t done it before.”
He tucked some strands of her hair behind her ear.
“Ohh, I know, kitten.
He smirked.
“I’ll be gentle.”
Arthav kissed her lips slowly, trying to find her rhythm.
When he did, he carefully inserted his tongue into her mouth.
Reiha hesitated first, but soon she found it pleasurable, and her body shivered.
Arthav lifted his hand, brushed her hair with his fingertips, and then his hands traced into her bosom; he grabbed her boobs and pressed them hard, squeezing her nipples, and then his hand traveled across her entire body.
Reiha has felt the men’s touch for the first time; she has no idea that it could give her this much pleasure over her own touch.
Arthav placed his middle finger on her thighs and moved it in a circular motion just to tease her.
As a reflex, she started to breathe unevenly.
Then he slowly inserted his finger inside her and asked, “Are you feeling it inside you, sweetheart?”
Reiha sighed uncontrollably and nodded, looking at him.
Arthav moved his finger up and down.
Reiha closed her eyes feeling every bit of it.
When Reiha started to feel good and let the worry sink beneath the pleasure.
Arthav suddenly stopped moving his finger and pulled it out.
Reiha opened her eyes.
Her eyes snapped up, then looked down at his hand.
His fingers were shaking, and his eyes turned to ice.
“What’s wrong?” she blinked in surprise and asked.
But before she could ask anything, she saw Arthav’s expression suddenly change from sweet and loving to extremely dangerous; there was a disconnecting darkness in his eyes.
A snickering smile appeared on his face, and he grabbed her jaw with his other hand.
His grip was too tight and suffocating that it nearly bruised her, his thumb pressing into one cheek and fingers into the other.
Her pupils trembled, and her heart filled with fear.
She couldn’t get what had happened to Arthav just then.
She could not guess why his manner had changed so suddenly in a few seconds.
Her eyes flickered with panic, her breath hitching as she attempted to draw back a little and was unable to.
“Aah, Arthav, what are you doing? It hurts,” she said in a trembling voice.
Arthav was breathing wildly, and it was not smooth and even but rough and halting, like the snapping of a spring within him.
He bent down his head, nearly touching her ear with his lips, his hold growing still tighter, and his presence stifling.
“You’ve been touched and seen by me… you disgusting piece of trash,” he mumbled, his voice low, sharp, with a frightening intensity that chilled her spine.