Let's Get Married

Lily is struggling to get a clear thought. She is completely at his mercy and her voice comes out broken, "Don't, don't call me that..."

"Lily, baby!" Rex is fierce, torturing her ears. Her skin is soft and pinky and that makes him so excited, "I have missed you so much, I want to hold you forever. You are going to be my woman once again."

"Stop it, don't..." Lily shakes her head; she does not want to cross his gaze. She is ashamed, but inside her mind, she does not want him to stop. She can only close her eyes and endure it.

Rex never gets enough of her, he kisses her all over her face asking, "Baby, open up your eyes, look at me, you know I love when you do it."

It is said that women can see man only when he is on top of her in bed. And Rex wants Lily to see him only.

Lily blushes, and does not heed him, "Enough with the talking, come!"

"Come?" An evil smile appears on Rex's face, his veins are madly pulsing and he is as hard as a rock. His charming voice sounds faintly, "You wanted it! I am not finishing up anytime soon!"

Then, regrets haunt Lilly.

Rex is pumping her so hard to make the bed creak as it is going to break soon. The room is very bright, the curtains are white, and they can see each other very clearly. Lily feels like she is swimming in boiling water, where their skin touch is pure fire.

The pleasure mixed with the pain is an emotion that strong that she almost can stand it anymore. She slashes his muscled back with her nails, marking him as if he's been attacked by a tiger.

Just when Lily feels that she is about to catch fire, they climax together and the man finally stops.

to have a heart attack. Rex falls aside, his arm around her waist. Her mind is empty, takes a long while

air; their naked bodies

she did such a thing with Rex, the anger took over probably. They are

mocks herself for own inability to

the mind-blowing sex; he does not notice Lily's anger. When he approaches she pulls away,

looks at

gets close to kiss her on the forehead but she gets up quickly. She sits on the bedside, reaches her clothes and try to put them on with nervous movements, showing panic and

snatches her clothes from her hands and asks

wanted to have sex with me, I satisfied

slept with him to get what she wanted. She wanted him to hate and forget her; she wants

it, like a true

her, stares at the face that was blushing and moaning just a little

frightened cannot contain herself and explodes in a

still cannot believe what she just did and lingering

terribly ugly, but ironically true. It really

room fills up with awkwardness and tension. She sees the blue veins surfacing on the back of

would never raise a finger on her, which would make him feel

more than the swords. He humiliates her verbally, he

The foolish things I said in bed means nothing to me, it was just aftermath of memory. Memories I held dear for five long years. Moreover, I have never said that you could