Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love



At that moment, Mikayla's phone, placed on the bedside table, suddenly chimed with a text message. Before she could reach for it, Carlos pinned her arm down. Her smooth, white, and tender skin still had a hint of pink blush.

"Turn off the lights," Mikayla whispered.

Lying on the bed, Mikayla slowly parted her lips. Carlos gazed at her slightly open mouth, his eyes shining with a brilliant and soft light.

Ultimately, she wasn't familiar with these things.

Carlos turned on his side and switched off the dazzling crystal light in the room, leaving only a warm yellow bedside lamp on. This added a hint of ambiguity to the romantic atmosphere.

Her jet-black wavy hair spread over the soft bed, complementing her fair and delicate features. Her eyes, as dark as ink, shimmered with a mesmerizing glow under the warm light. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and her eyes overflowed with a gentle warmth akin to a spring breeze.

Carlos' gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he lowered his eyes, gently kissing her lips. His heavy and warm breath constantly emitted a dangerous signal.

Accidentally touching Carlos' scorching skin, Mikayla jumped back in surprise, quickly retracting her hand.

"Don't be afraid, Mika," Carlos said reassuringly.

Carlos caught her shy, trembling hand while Mikayla pressed against his firm chest, feeling his strong heartbeat.

They entangled intimately throughout the night. Carlos seemed as if he wanted to crush her completely before feeling content.

Mikayla wasn't sure when they finished. It was a long night.

Later, unsure if it was a dream or reality, she felt herself lying in a comfortable and warm bathtub, with a slightly rough palm carefully washing her. Throughout that night, Mikayla felt like a ball, allowing Carlos to play with her as he pleased. She thought, 'I have no idea where Carlos gets all this energy from.'

The night of chaos and passion finally came to an end.

The alarm clock went off for several minutes in the early morning before Mikayla groggily woke up. The spot beside her was already empty. Mikayla shifted her body and felt all her muscles achy and sore, as if someone had smashed her to pieces and put her back together again. She wondered, 'Am I just asking for trouble here?'

Struggling to sit up, Mikayla winced at the fiery pain coursing through her body, taking in a sharp breath.

She thought, 'Damn it! Who said this kind of thing is comfortable? Probably that girl Juliet.'

Luckily, Carlos, feeling guilty, had the rare moment of draping a nightgown over her, preventing her from being exposed again so early in the morning. However, nothing seemed out of place elsewhere; she felt refreshed all over.

She distinctly remembered feeling overheated during lovemaking, sweating all over.

She thought, 'Last night must have been real. Carlos probably cleaned me up.'

Without overthinking, Mikayla sat on the bed, waiting for the pain to lessen before she mustered the strength to head to the bathroom. The moment she stepped on the floor, she almost lost her footing.

Every movement tugged at that sensitive spot, and her feet felt utterly weak. She thought, 'How am I going to make it to work today?'

Mikayla felt like banging her head against the wall right now. She thought, 'Damn it! What did I go through last night? If I had known, I would have picked a day off.'

Unfortunately, these days happened to be the busiest time, and she had to go to the company.

At that moment, the door swung open.

Mikayla stared at Carlos standing in the doorway. Compared to her disheveled appearance, Carlos, with his already handsome face, looked even more devilishly alluring today, almost like he was glowing.

The contrast between the two of them afterward was just worlds apart, right?

Feeling content both in body and mind, Carlos knew he had

unintentionally hurt her with his lack of controllast night. He quickly

walked over, taking a few qui

steps, and held Mikayla, his tone filled with apology. "Mika, are you okay?"

"What do you think?" Mikayla asked, her tone devoid of warmth.

Mikayla thought to herself, 'I want him to experience this feeling.'

Carlos' wheat-colored skin reddened a bit, his voice soft and apologetic. "Mika. I'm sorry, it was my first time too, so I didn't handle it well. I'm

sorry for putting you through this."

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Seeing Carlos' remorseful

expression, Mikayla didn't feel like saying more either. She thought, 'After all, nobody's an expert at this stuff. It was my first time too'

"It's okay. Forget about it," Mikayla said.

"Don't worry, Mika, with more practice, I'll get better," Carlos assured, raising his eyebrows.

Mikayla was speechless, angrily pushing away Carlos' hand trying to assist her.

Mikayla thought, 'More practice to get better! Can Carlos be any more shameless?'

Just as she took a step, the pain coursing through her body made Mikayla stop in her tracks, frowning and clenching her fists tightly, enduring. Mikayla thought, 'Damn it!'

"Mika, this is ointment. You should lie down. The doctor said it will feel better in a few minutes after applying it," Carlos said.

Mikayla stared at the ointment in Carlos's hand, frozen for two seconds.

She thought, 'Carlos went to buy medicine for me early in the morning?'

Before Mikayla could even feel touched, Carlos' next words almost made her die from frustration.

"I saw your body was all red last night," Carlos said, his brown eyes filled with awkward embarrassment.

These words kept hovering over Mikayla's head.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Though it was her first time experiencing such a thing, Mikayla wasn't a fool and naturally understood what Carlos meant by her body, and what he was referencing.

Mikayla thought, 'What did he do last night while I was asleep?'

"What did you do?" Mikayla pointed at Carlos.

"I've examined you. Besides, it's not the first time," Carlos could only add to his mind. If she found out, she would probably get really angry. Mikayla's face turned red in an instant.

"Carlos!" Mikayla shouted.

"I'm here," Carlos said with a deep, yet very clear voice.

With a sigh, Mikayla snatched the ointment from Carlos' hand, clenched her teeth, and headed toward the bathroom. She slammed the bathroom door shut with a loud bang.

Mikayla thought, 'Damn it, talking to him now is utterly useless. How could he possibly expect me to let him apply ointment in such an intimate place?'

At that moment, Mikayla thought to herself, 'Carlos is the boyfriend I chose.' Mikayla comforts herself. Carlos stared at his empty palm, then glanced at the closed door as a satisfied smile crept onto his face. Carlos thought, 'Mika's body is indeed very delicious.'