Chapter 8 First Kiss Burning Desire

Ryan's POV

I again left her at the reception party. I didn't know what was happening to me, but that girl took control of my nerves. Her beauty and that gorgeous body gave me a hard-on. No girl had such an effect on me, not even Amaya, but that girl, Ariana. Her one look was enough to wipe me off. I had to control my emotions and feelings because I couldn't fall for anyone except Amaya. She betrayed me and ran with Jacob, but I won't betray her. I have loved her since childhood, and I won't cheat on her.

If Amaya were not in my life, no one could take her place. If she betrayed me, then anyone could do the same.

Every woman is like her. First, they made you fall for them, and when you were head over heels for them, they would cheat on you and leave you alone with a broken heart. I won't let that Ariana play with me and my heart again.

I won't let her get close to me because her closeness will give me only one thing: pain.

With these thoughts, I released my cum into the toilet. I had to masturbate because of that girl. Every time I see her or think about her, I have a hard-on.

I took a cold shower and wrapped a towel around my lower abdomen.

Exiting the washroom, I moved to my walk-in closet when she entered the room.

Seeing me semi-naked, she instantly turned her back to me and closed her eyes.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't know you were naked."

"What? Seriously, I'm not naked. A towel wrapped around my body."

"No, you're." She exclaimed, still facing me with her back.

I got frustrated. What was her behavior like? God, we're husband and wife, and she was behaving like she saw some other guy. Even if there was someone else, what was this?

We live in a modern society where all of these things are normal.

"Look at me. For God's sake, I'm not some stranger or random guy, so why are you hesitating? I have a towel wrapped around me." I ordered, putting my hands on my waist. My voice has frustration and command.

She turned slowly towards me, but her eyes were still closed.

"Open your eyes."

She shook her head.

"I said open your damn eyes," I yelled, moving towards her when she opened her eyes, but the towel wrapped around my lower abdomen fell to the floor.

She screamed, looking at my weapon, which was stiff and hard as an iron rod.

She turned her back again, and I instantly took a towel and ran to the closet.

I felt embarrassed because I didn't mean to show her my boner, but then a smirk plastered my lips because she screamed, looking at the length and thickness of my boner.

I put on sweat pants and moved out of the closet. I saw her in the same position.

"I think you should change your dress and wear something comfy," I exclaimed, moving to the bed with my cell phone.

She nodded, and without looking at me, she rushed to the closet.

Almost thirty minutes passed, but she didn't come out. I moved to the closet door and knocked.

"Are you alright? What are you doing?"

She didn't reply, so I opened the door and found her struggling with her gown's back zip. I approached her and took the zip buckle in my hand.

Within no time, I moved the zip down, and her gown fell to the floor.

She instantly crossed her hands on her chest, and her eyes lowered.

Indeed, she was more than gorgeous.

Beneath the gown, she had worn light grey lingerie. Her fair milky skin, her curvy body, everything was making me crazy. I slowly raised my hand and traced my palms on the skin of her arms. She closed her eyes and put her lower lip between her teeth.

Because of this act, I felt an urge to taste those plump red lips.

I didn't know where my senses went. I held her by the shoulder and pinned her to the wall.

She opened her eyes and mouth to say something, but I captured her mouth in a passionate wild kiss.

That was my first kiss, and I lost to her.

She tried to resist, but I took both her wrists in one hand and put them over her head. I sucked and nibbled her lips and bit her lower lip for entrance. She endured the pain and didn't let me in.

So I pinched her waist, and she gasped, feeling my hand from her belly to her breast.

I instantly put my tongue in her mouth and ravished every corner of her mouth.

I tried to free her, but I didn't know when the desire and lust took over me.

Even after kissing her until she exhaled her last breath, I was unsatisfied. I felt her losing balance in my hold because of a lack of breath, so I left her mouth. She took a sharp breath to inhale oxygen, and I attacked her neck with wet kisses. I was kissing her madly because she made me mad for her.

Her taste was heavenly. I was giving her wet kisses.

She moaned and screamed when I gave a hickey to her exposed cleavage. I left her wrist and put my hands on her hips. I pulled her to myself, trailing kisses to her neck, collarbone, and cleavage.

"Ryan, leave me. You're not in your senses." She stammered because of the heavy breath. She tried to push me off of her.

When she stopped me, I tried to remove the strap of lingerie from her shoulders.

"Are you sure you want this? Don't make things difficult for me." Her voice has a tinge of sadness. I pulled myself away from her and looked into her eyes. She had tears in those beautiful eyes. I felt frustrated and annoyed with myself.

I left her there and went to the washroom. I closed the door with a loud voice and pulled my hair.

Why did I do this? If I didn't want her, then why did I do this? She cried because of me. She didn't do anything wrong. She married me because of me. Then why am I hurting her? I didn't know why, but she attracted me, and I felt a need to have her.

I shouldn't have felt that way because of our marriage based on a marriage contract for five years.

I also have Amaya with me, so I should keep myself away from that witch, Ariana.

With this determination, I composed myself and moved out of the washroom.

I came to a halt because Ariana was sobbing on the floor.

"Sorry," I awkwardly said, and walked out of the closet.