His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

61 His Scar

His soft lips touched my mouth. His movements were so careful. His fingertips ran down my cheek and reached my breasts. I felt nervous, and my heart beat faster at that instant.

"May I?" He whispered in my ear. "You can stop at any time."

I couldn't tell if I was hallucinating or not, and I remember seeing Frade in my dream, but seeing Daley when I woke up. I don't know whether to refuse him. My heart is hesitating. But my body enjoyed his touch. He was so gentle that even his breathing was as pleasant as a gentle evening breeze.

He seemed to have a magic power that could melt my stone-like heart. He made me want s.ex again. A small flame was burning inside me, and if it was not put out in time, it would become a fire.

I knew it would burn not only my body, but all the memories of Frade in me.

But at this moment I just want to follow my feelings. I want him. I want s.ex. This desire has nothing to do with any morality, but I simply want him.

"Go on, don't stop." My voice was hoarse from not drinking water for a long time, and my breathing became rapid and heavy. I don't want him to know I want him, but I can't control my body's desire.

He stopped to stare at me for a long time. I thought he would be as proud as any man after successfully arousing a woman. But his eyes were calm, even a little uncertain.

"Maybe it was a beautiful mistake tonight. Do you regret sleeping with a monster like me?" His tone suddenly became sorrowful.

I don't understand why he would use the word monster to describe himself. I feel a little puzzled.

Then he frowned, as if remembering something. I heard him let out a sigh, and he leaned back as if trying to keep his distance from me.

"I'm not sure if it's right or wrong," he said to himself. "Maybe you'll change your mind when you see me for what I really am."

"Then let me see you for what you really are." My hand touched the mask on his face, and I wouldn't be surprised if the face under that mask was a mess.

I just want to know the truth.

"You can uncover it if you want." His eyes drooped as if he feared something bad was about to happen. His body returned to the bedside.

Naturally, I took off the mask on his face. A deep scar runs down the brow bone and over the mouth. This makes his handsome and perfect face extremely ugly. Without the scar, his face would have been as stunning as Vincent van Gogh's painting of the stars.

I think his face must have been hurt maliciously. This is the destruction of perfection. What a pity!

But thankfully, his golden eyes hung like the brightest stars in the pitch-black sky. At least his eyes are intact. These eyes attest to his ever-present good looks.

"Who did this?" My fingers ran back and forth over the raised scar on his face. I wish I had the power to erase the scars from his face. He must have been in pain.

"My family." He took my hand. "I was left to die on this island by my family."

"That's got to hurt, right?"

"My heart hurt more than it hurt my body." He slowly kissed the back of my hand. "I closed my heart from then on. I decided not to be attracted to anyone until I met you."

I was saddened by what had happened to him and why his family had banished him to the island. Is he like me?

Is that what's causing his demons? Where does he live in America? Have I ever passed him on a busy street before?

"Now you've seen me for what I really am. Do you want to go on?" His forehead was pressed against my head, and his nose gently rubbed against the bridge of my nose. His gentle movements were like those of a kitten.

I want to kiss the scar on his face, and I want to give him comfort. In this strange place, we are like two homeless stray cats snuggling together.

"I haven't called a stop yet." I put my hand around his neck and he leaned over me.

One of his hands went down my thigh and pushed my nightgown down to the base of my thigh. He spread my legs apart and put a hand under my nightgown. I wasn't wearing a bra, so he easily grabbed one of my breasts.

He gently massaged my breasts, his kiss moving from neck to chest. Then he took off my nightgown, and he took a deep breath between my breasts and kissed me.

I felt the adrenaline surge in my body, and I pulled his shirt up with my hand to undress him. He showed his tanned skin, and I could see the muscles of his shoulders tensing.

His kiss continued to move down until it came between my legs. His tongue glides deftly up and down my c.litoris. I let out a soft moan and stroked his sturdy back with my hand.

I felt a scar on his back, then a second. The scars on his back were of varying lengths, and every touch made my heart ache.

What happened to him?

I felt an electric shock as my rose-petal l.abia touched the tips of his teeth. My moaning turned to screaming.

"You're so soft!" His voice was wistful.

He pulled down his pants and rubbed his giant d.ick against my c.unt. I grabbed the edge of the pillow and hooked my legs around his waist.

"I want to take it slow!" He said. "A girl as soft as a rose should be treated gently."

"F.uck me!" I said out loud. I needed him to be fierce. I needed my body to burn.

"I want you!" I said.

"You're running, baby!" He stuck his index finger gently into my v.agina, and then he put his slimy index finger into his mouth to savor it.

"You're sweet, like a flower!"

My v.agina is already full of water. His fingers gently massaged the walls of my v.agina and made a constant sound of water flowing.

Then he put his p.enis directly into my v.agina, and I felt a sudden rush from the moment he first entered. It stimulates every nerve in my body.

His p.enis pumped slowly and rhythmically, from fast to slow, then faster and faster. Every time he came in , my breasts were bobbing up and down.

I felt my whole body trembling. I looked up and screamed with excitement.

"Oh, you're so tight! I can't hold it any longer!" His voice sounded like he was trying to resist the urge to orgasm.

"I want you! " I shouted.

I opened my eyes wide when he f.ucked hard. I feel like I'm being torn apart. I'm dying!

"F.uck! You're so tight!" His p.enis was all in my v.agina, and my wall was like a suction cup around his p.enis.

My leg muscles were shaking and my head was on one side. Instead of pulling out his p.enis, he squeezed my chin with his hand. His kiss came again, and I was too weak to do anything but let his tongue explore my mouth.

As he kissed me, he continued to thrust into me. At the moment of his final violent attack, our bodies were stained with each other's sweat.

I closed my eyes and whispered the name in my mouth.

"Frade."