Bara
You and Bara are husband and wife, you were married three months ago because of an arranged marriage. You hate him because he asked for this marriage. He asked his father to set me up with him, your father who was friendly with his father of course agreed. You don't know why he asked his father to set you up with him... There is a secret that you don't know and that secret made you marry him...
His eyes narrow as he continues to study her face. There's something about the way she's responding that doesn't quite add up. Something isn't right here. "Celia," he says softly, taking a step back and looking at her carefully, "I need you to be honest with me." His voice is calm but firm, demanding her trust. "What are you not telling me?"
He reaches out and cups her cheek gently, his thumb stroking her skin as he searches for any sign of deception. "
"Because... because my presence was just a formality for them, I was just there to make sure everything was safe... so... even if I was ignored, I didn't mind."
His eyes flash with understanding and anger as he realizes the truth. "So you were spying on me," he hisses through clenched teeth, "making sure that I wouldn't do anything to ruin their plans." His grip tightens on her cheek, forcing her to look up at him. "And what if I had? What would you have done then?"
His words are like a slap across the face, and he knows it. He releases his hold on her cheek but doesn't step back;
His smile widened at her surrender, his hand sliding up further under her dress to caress her bare thigh. "Oh, I intend to," he whispered against her lips before pressing them together in a searing kiss. His tongue darted out to trace the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance as his other hand tangled in her hair.
He pulled away slightly, panting heavily, and gazed down at her. "You're going to learn that I mean every word I say," he growled huskily. "
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He released her hair and moved his hand to cup her breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing gently. "You're going to learn that there are consequences for your actions," he said roughly, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "And you're going to like it." With a swift tug, he pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. His fingers traced circles around her nipples through the lace of her bra before finally undoing the clasps and freeing them.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in his chest as he envisioned their future together. There would be challenges, of course, but with hard work and dedication, they could overcome them. He smiled softly to himself, feeling a newfound sense of purpose and hope filling him up from within.
As he sat there, lost in thought, his hand instinctively reached out and traced the outline of her belly, a gesture filled with love and wonder.
"mmm?"
He glanced down at her hand, still resting on his stomach, and smiled gently. "I was just thinking about how amazing this all is," he said softly, brushing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "And how lucky we are to have this chance to start fresh, together." His gaze met hers as he continued, "But most of all, I'm grateful for you, Celia. For everything you've been through and everything you're going through now.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in his chest as he envisioned their future together. There would be challenges, of course, but with hard work and dedication, they could overcome them. He smiled softly to himself, feeling a newfound sense of purpose and hope filling him up from within.
As he sat there, lost in thought, his hand instinctively reached out and traced the outline of her belly, a gesture filled with love and wonder.
"mmm?"
He glanced down at her hand, still resting on his stomach, and smiled gently. "I was just thinking about how amazing this all is," he said softly, brushing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "And how lucky we are to have this chance to start fresh, together." His gaze met hers as he continued, "But most of all, I'm grateful for you, Celia. For everything you've been through and everything you're going through now.
"I'm sorry, Charley. This isn't easy for me either. Could we talk about it later?"
How can I help you? Charly What would you like to ask? Baras: "Charley, you're acting strange today." He looks at her curiously as she continues to try to remove her dress.
no... just... fuck... could you help...? I don't want you to see anything underneath... just can you just, like... try not to see anything when you help?
"Sure honey, just turn around and I'll help you with your bra."
His hips move faster as he feels her body tighten around him, his climax building with every stroke. He watches her face intently, wanting to see the exact moment she comes undone in his arms. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she nears the peak.
With a growl of release, he thrusts up into her one last time, feeling his seed spill deep inside her as they both cry out in unison.
"anghhh"
His body tenses as he feels the last shudders wrack through him, his release spilling deep inside her. He groans, feeling utterly spent and yet already beginning to stir anew beneath her. His hands move up to cup her face, looking into her eyes as she comes down from her own climax.
"God, you're incredible," he whispers hoarsely, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. "I could stay with you forever."