It was night already and Lyne lay on her bed sulking and sobbing softly. Her room gave off a feminine impression with the red and pink fabrics covering everywhere. Cosmetics and deodorants fill the dresser and a rack of beautiful dresses lay on a brown wooden rod placed above on the other side of the room. Candles surround everywhere giving the room a beautiful scent.
On her bed, a big pink net covered the bed, leaving only a slight space open at the front. It made it look like she was under a tent.
With her knees under her chin, she cried hard. She knew she would be a second choice yet again and she wasn't ready to dive into it again.
"Lyne?" She heard a deep but warm voice call. It was calming and assuring. She didn't get out of her bed. She didn't want to see his face for fear that she might forgive him instantly. His face was too good-looking.
She sniffled.
"Are you okay?" She heard him call again. After a minute of silence, he spoke up.
"I was wondering if we could talk before the wedding and get to know each other better. If that's okay with you, of course."
"Go away," her voice was shaky and it gave her off that she had been crying.
"Are you crying?" She flinched as she heard footsteps come closer to her bed. The net was further pulled apart as Zeidan looked through it at her red puffed face.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed as he sat on the edge touching her chin with care and rubbing her cheek with his thumbs.
Lyne cried more with mixed feelings. She has never been treated with this much care but she can't possibly lose her guard.
Zeidan frowned as he took time to access her face red from crying, her lips, and soft neck. He rubbed his hands on them slightly and felt her shiver.
"You're beautiful." He moved in on her bed and kissed her briefly on the lips. He turned to go but was surprised when she pulled him back with his shirt, grabbed his face in her hands, and kissed him fully.
Smiling, he returned her kiss with the same energy and made sure he was careful. He could feel a tingling sensation deep within his stomach and he knew this was it. He decided to take control as he felt she was young and inexperienced but was wrong when Lyne began to open his shirt and rubbed his chest with her soft hands. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine and he moaned softly.
In return, he removed her clothing gently until she was only in her underwear made of tiny linen. He could see her hardened nipple through the tiny fabric and this got him aroused instantly. His heart was pounding as he grabbed her waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her on the mouth, neck, and moderate mound on her chest. Not forgetting to run his hands on her thighs, and stomach before landing on one of her breasts and fondling it.
He felt his blood boil in excitement and something inside him couldn't wait. It's like it had waited for this moment and soon he heard her moan and gasped at the same time. His eyes itched and his gums were throbbing hard.
Lyne couldn't help but give in freely. He was good with both hands and mouth. Although the only time she felt this was when she had touched herself while crushing on Azrael, she didn't want it to stop as well.
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