Chapter 4 Open your legs for me, sweety!

Alaric was lost in thought because of the content of the letter. Just based on the way it was written, the Grandma of the woman he almost took advantage of knew him well. The question was, who was this person? How did she know him so well?

"NO!" He would not agree to marry a woman he didn't love. For the sake of the will? No way!

He immediately returned the envelope and closed the suitcase. He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes because it was already past four in the morning. But sleep did not come to him. He couldn't forget the naked body of the young woman. And as he remembered the woman in his room, his desire stirred, and his body heated up.

"F*ck!" He pulled his own hair. Because of that woman, he couldn't fall asleep. Because of her, he cursed.

Unable to sleep, he got up and opened another suitcase. Inside, he found only two pairs of underwear, black and white, and absentmindedly picked up a underwear. He brought it to his nose, closing his eyes as he took in its scent. Because of this, his feelings intensified, especially when he remembered the woman's reddish pu**y.

He heard a cough outside the door, so he quickly put back the underwear he was holding and closed the suitcase. He wanted to scold himself; he was becoming a pervert. Ever since he saw that woman naked on the beach, something had changed. He needed to find a way to get the woman out of the resort, because he knew she brought something different into his life.

The next day...

Alaric woke up well past nine in the morning. He immediately sat up as he remembered the woman in his room. He hurriedly got out of bed and went to the adjacent door. He didn't hear any noise. He went straight into the room but froze when he entered. Instantly, he stood up straight. He wanted to grab the girl who had just come out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel. He quickly turned away and headed for the long sofa. He decided to wait for her there.

But...

"Pack your things and leave!" he said without facing her. He needed to do that to resist temptation.

Zephy paused in her way out because she hadn't noticed that the young man was in the room. She had mistakenly entered the wrong room the previous night. She approached him while wearing his robe, but quickly avoided his gaze. She wanted to hide her face because she wasn't used to having a man see her like this. Was he affected by her presence, or did he genuinely find her ugly? She had to endure the embarrassment. She would disregard whatever he thought of her because she hoped that by doing so, he might agree to marry her.

"Are you seducing me, woman? Every time I'm here, you almost press your body against me. If you're not naked, and you're wearing my robe!" he exclaimed.

She blushed and wanted to run away. But she had to stay strong and be shameless for her mission.

"Why, are you going to be seduced, Mr. Grumpy?" She sat down next to him. Whether she admitted it or not, she was deafened by the pounding of her heart.

Suddenly, he stood up and grabbed her.

"Is this what you want, huh?" He forcefully put his hand inside the robe. She gasped as he squeezed her breast.

She tried to push him away, but she couldn't escape. She even wanted to slap herself because just when she was halfway to success with her seduction, she suddenly felt nervous. Instead, he leaned her against the wall. She felt the knot of her robe come undone and it fell to the floor. Unable to avoid it, she gasped when he saw her nakedness. His hand instinctively moved upward to feel both of her breasts.

"It's beautiful." He pressed her with a passionate and penetrating kiss.

His hand crawled down towards her treasure. He explored the cave that unmistakably glistened with desire. Though it embarrassed her, she couldn't restrain the moan that escaped her lips.

"Ohhhh... A-Alaric," she gasped as she felt his palm on the very core of her being. Damn this man! He was driving her wild! She couldn't help but close her thighs.

"You're so wet, sweety. Hmmmm, open your legs, sweety," he commanded in a hoarse voice.

Her thighs willingly parted. However, she gasped as he suddenly entered her with his fingers.

"Ah! I-it hurts!" she cried out.

"This is what you want, isn't it? Well, I'll give it to you, sweety." Pleasure and desire were evident on his handsome face as he pushed his fingers deeper into her ecstasy.

Pain and pleasure collided at once. Alaric was now playing with her clit. Damn the overwhelming sensations building inside her. She wanted more from him. She wanted more than just him playing with her clitoris. She wanted him inside her precious kingdom.

"A-Alaric," she stammered from the intoxicating pleasure he was bestowing upon her. But he abruptly stopped. She felt like losing her mind due to the abrupt halt.

"We need to make a deal," he said. His finger remained on her treasure but paused as he talked.

They were supposed to make a deal, but he didn't wait for her response. She suddenly felt his tongue gliding over the core of her being. Because of this, she clung tightly to his hair. But he stopped once again.

"Answer me, woman!" he said in a high-pitched voice.

"Y-yeah, w-what's the deal? Ohhh, Alaric...hmmm." She moaned desperately. She was crazed with pleasure of what he was doing to her, making her feel like she was on a drug high.

"You leave after this, or else I will stop!" He dived once again into her paradise.

"Ah! Alaric! Oh, yes!" She moaned endlessly.

The young man stopped playing with the woman's paradise when he felt that she was close to the peak of happiness. He wanted to hear her answer to the deal he had proposed. Well, it wasn't a loss for him either way. If she said YES, no problem, and if NO, it still wasn't a problem.

"No! Alaric, please continue. Yes, I agree to the deal you want." She nodded.

"Good girl," he cleverly smiled.

He wasted no time. He lifted her up, carried her to a large bed, and continued what he was doing. Her skin stung from his forceful grip, but she paid no attention to it because she was drowning in desire. Her abdomen had been hurting for two days because of the prolonged arousal.

"Alaric, t-take me," she commanded.

"Yeah, sweety. You are mine now!" He grinned and removed the last piece of clothing.

"Now, open your legs for me, sweety. I will give you what you've been longing for. Make sure you never forget this," he said.

Because of this, she turned her gaze away. She kept her shame to herself.

"Look at me, woman! Hold me tight, you woman. I know it will hurt, but it will only be for a moment, and it will be replaced by a unique pleasure and happiness." He positioned himself over the woman, who was already prepared.

As she nodded, he began to penetrate her.

"Ah! A-Alaric, it hurts! Please stop!" she said.

"No! Endure it because I can't stop. You'll suffer more if I take it slow. Do as I say. Now, hold me tight, or bite me if you can't bear the pain." He knew how painful it was to be with him, but it was her fault, after all. She needed to endure as well. He was just giving her a taste of her own medicine.

He attempted to penetrate her several times but failed to enter her core. Reality hit him; he was the first to enter this woman's kingdom. How lucky he was. After several attempts, he succeeded in thrusting into her.

Tears streamed down Zephy's face as she almost lost consciousness from the intense pain. She felt his lips touch hers. His once aggressive kiss had become tender. They remained motionless for minutes, exchanging gentle but sweet kisses.

"Are you okay now? Can I move?" He lifted his head and looked at her.

She nodded. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her, especially when he saw tears streaking down her cheeks. To make amends, he reached out and wiped her tears away with his palm. He tenderly kissed her lips while slowly moving on top of her.

"Still in pain?" he asked.

"I-I can handle it. J-just go on." She nodded as well.

Whether she admitted it or not, a unique joy enveloped her. He was the first man in her life. The thought that she was the first in her purity brought even greater happiness. She knew that after this, it would be difficult for her to let him go. She felt like devouring all the harsh words he had said against her.

Let tomorrow come.