Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

Jerlina slid on him limply. Her thighs quivered after that intense exercise and she didn't feel like moving.

She didn't feel it when she was immersed in fulfiling the desires of her heart in becoming one with the man of her heart.

But once it ended, she was washed over by tiredness. She looked at him and he was out of breath and ragged. His forehead was glistening with perspiration. His hair had gone messy and he was breathing through his mouth. She felt his heart beating erratically against her hand.

She couldn't help but play with the hair on his chest. As she twirled them in her fingers, his big hand started to draw circles on her back leisurely.

She didn't fail to notice the smile hanging at the corner of his lips though and kissed his cheeks. His eyes were still closed but his small smile turned to a grin. Turning to his side, he placed a kiss on her forehead.

His breathing slowly started to get steady but his overwhelming masculine scent still made her insides stir. But she didn't have the energy to take him in once more. She decided to improve her stamina a bit to handle him.

Her lips curved and she observed him closely. He looked pleased and at peace.

Jerlina loved seeing him like that. She remembered how she started to fall for him.

When she learned of his love for her, all she wanted was not to be burdened by his love. She thought it was too much for her. She wanted him to not love her.

But his gentleness that gives her strength, started to melt the strong wall of ice she had built around her heart, slowly and steadily.

On the day of their wedding, she remembered thinking that she wanted to give him what he wanted just for a day to thank him for everything he has ever done for her.

That day went well… she still remembers that day fondly.

And the last thing he asked her that day…

He wanted to court her… And court, he did – successfully.

I'm in his embrace today…

Lifting her head up, her index finger traced over his masculine countenance. His tall nose, and his lips…

She leaned closer. "I belong to you…" she sang in his ear and watched him getting stunned.

Their wedding dance… he sang that song in her ears that day. It might have been just the lyrics of that song but she knew those words were his wish too.

His eyes blinked open and met with hers.

"I belong to you, Joel…" she said holding his cheek and looking at his eyes.

Her eyes started to sting as tears formed in her eyes. She found this habit of hers mysterious. Every time she tells him words from her heart, she finds herself crying.

What if he thinks that I am crying because it is hard for me to say it when it is just the expression of my happiness?

"So don't-" she gulped to swallow the lump in her throat. "So don't give up on me just like you promised, alright?" she pressed her lips on his.

As she closed her eyes, teardrops rolled on her cheeks from her eyes.

His lips covered hers and his fingers tangled with the hair at the back of her head. She responded to that passionate kiss that was as good as the steamy tango they did some time ago.

"I-"

She opened her eyes hearing him stutter. Her lips curved up seeing him.

Alas! He seemed to have caught her weird disease too. His eyes were reddened with tears too.

"I belong to you alone, my Luna…" he said and the teardrop hanging on the rim of his eye, rolled down his cheek.

"And I will never give up on you," he said as she wiped his tear.

Jeremy remembered that was the song he sang on their first date. And without even realizing, he almost broke his promise by being stupid. It is a good thing she reminded him where he went wrong.

No one looses by marrying a smart and accomplished strong woman. I know I didn't! On the other hand, they only gain more.

"Good boy…" Jerlina let out a short chuckle and pressed her forehead on his and closed her eyes.

"I love you, Joel…" she said once more and he gripped her closely and tried to make her lie on him.

Jerlina knew he'd be able to handle her weight on him. In fact, he'd do so with no reservations even if he hurts and bleeds. Without even caring for himself, he'd try to keep her comfortable.

But she wouldn't want him hurt; certainly not for her. She wants him happy though.

If she says something, his pride would get hurt. But only one thing works on him every time – distraction.

As if she did not realize what he is trying to do, she placed her hand on his chest and started to gently graze on them.

"You're not very sensitive around here, right..?" she lingered on his nipples. That's the feeling she got from their time together just now.

And she didn't know where she got the urge, but she threw herself on him and started to stimulate his nipples with her tongue.

"Ugh!"

She heard his grunt and he pulled her by her hair. Before she could realize what was happening, his lips crashed on hers. Her hand accidentally ended up on his crotch and she felt the sleeping anaconda getting tensed and ready to rise up.

"Don't tempt me to go again, honeybuns…" he bit her ear.

"Ah…" she screamed but then she started to giggle.

"I thought you are too old to get it up within five minutes… but you still have the virility of a teenager, huh?" she slowly slipped out from his grip as she spoke.

She really didn't have the energy to go again. She didn't have the energy and she also didn't want to strain him.

"You little…" he tried to grab her hand but she successfully got out and ran towards the bathroom, giggling.

"Come here… I'll prove you who got old… little vixen…The nerve…"

Jerlina didn't mind his shouts and turned back.

"Do you want me to wipe you clean or not?" she licked her index finger with her tongue, slowly, as she eyed his exposed member. Her finger went deep inside her throat and she sucked it whole.

Jeremy knew she is just teasing and nothing will come out of it. But his little guy does not know that and is getting excited on his own.

"Get f*cking lost, vixen!" He threw the pillow at her.

"Mmm…okay...!" With a giggle, Jerlina shrugged and got inside the bathroom.

"Come out right this instant, you little…"

Not minding his shouts, Jerlina closed the door.

Leaning on the door, she hugged herself. She smelled like him and a smile bloomed on her face glowing with happiness.

Ah… I love him…