Sweetie, Marry Me Again?

Carina's POV

Late at night.

I sat on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, waiting for my husband, who had promised to come back for dinner, but was still missing.

His assistant told me that he was attending an important dinner and that I didn't have to wait.

I wondered how important the meal could be. It was so urgent that he couldn't spare a few seconds to send me a message.

I turned off the light and returned to my room.

Half-asleep, I heard the door open.

I woke up with a start and it was Eric.

He was standing in front of the bedroom door with an intense smell of alcohol, and he was about to fall over.

I rushed over to help him, "Eric, are you okay? Why are you drinking so much?"

He was clearly delirious, and he slowly hugged me, his breath right next to my ear, which I found itchy and tried to avoid. "Eric? You're drunk, let's go rest, okay?"

A cold touch fell on my neck, as he was kissing me, at that moment my sleepiness had completely subsided, I was in love with him, but unfortunately he didn't love me.

He still had a first love living in his heart.

My heart had been numb for a long time, but I still felt hard when I thought that he had mistaken me for someone else.

I grabbed Eric's expensive suit and pulled many creases in the flat ironed jacket.

I forced him to look at me, "Eric, look at who I am."

Maybe because he heard my voice, maybe because my tone was too cold, Eric looked up at me.

A pair of light gray eyes that fascinated me most in the dimness gazed at me, but without the usual impatience.

"Karen?"

"K......aren? Fuck! You're calling that woman again." I didn't want to hold back any longer and pushed him away violently.

Eric didn't expect me to do this to him, and he fell backwards, leaning against the locker before stopping.

There was a muffled sound, the cabinet shook violently a few times, and our wedding photo fell down, then the glass was shattered all over the place.

A pained expression appeared on his face, and I took a deep breath and set up his arms to help him up.

"Remember who I am? Go get some rest."

He didn't resist and cooperated as I helped him to the bed. I lifted the covers for him and just turned around only to be pinned down on the bed by him.

He was much taller than me, and his body was completely pressed against mine, and I couldn't break free at all.

"Eric!" I grabbed the sheets and crawled forward hard to get out, but Eric immediately grabbed my hand.

He was able to grab both of my wrists with one hand, and I couldn't move my arms as they were clamped above my head by his large hands.

I looked at him viciously, "If you still think I'm Karen, I'll kill you."

After listening to my rebuke, he gazed at me indifferently and said nothing.

I guessed he knew who I was.

He propped up his upper body and opened his legs to ride on top of me, I thought he was going to let me go, and I sat up, "Get some rest early, I'll go to the room next door..."

Before I could finish my sentence, he suddenly grabbed my shoulder straps, and with a crisp sound of shattering fabric, my nightgown was torn in half and my skin was suddenly exposed to the cold air, provoking a shudder.

My breasts bounced up through the restraints and I was a little shy, wrapping my arms around my chest.

"Take your arms away and lie down." His words were clear, and I began to wonder if he was really drunk.

He fondled the tips of my breasts very skillfully, as if this wasn't our first time.

It was a strange feeling to be in control, and I couldn't help but let out a few moans.

"Ummm..."

I scrambled to cover my mouth, not daring to accept that it was my voice.

"Humph." He chuckled softly, his palm moving all the way down, squeezing my waist and crotch a few times, and I opened my eyes, not understanding what he wanted. Noticing that I had let go, Eric ripped the skirt from beneath me.

He approached my ear, and his unique male pressure descended on me, causing my body to burn up, "May I? Mrs. Morales?"

He was so cunning!

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he kissed me on the lips, his lips and teeth seemingly trying to take everything from me.

I just felt breathless and dizzy. My mind had completely given up thinking, and his hands were not idle as well, stroking my body.

His hands were a little rough, and the unfamiliar sensations roamed my body, stirring up tremors all over.

In a moment, all the senses were magnified infinitely, and I was in a sea of desire, giving up the struggle.

He worked his way down my neck, licking and kissing his way across the breasts to the belly.

The flames of desire exploded and spread beneath me.

His desire overwhelmed mine and I could feel his body steaming too

The palm of his hand stroked slowly from the root of his thighs deeper, bringing a little force, sometimes heavier, sometimes lighter, following the same path back, fondling through the fabric for a while.

"Come in." I couldn't help myself and whisper.

"What? I didn't hear."

He obviously heard everything, with a smile on his lips, but he's still playing dumb there.

I was tormented by him and hooked my fingers, asking him to come closer.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and suddenly increased my voice in his ear, "Fuck me!"

He was taken aback and looked at me with a smug smile as he pretended to be fierce.

Then he put his hand on the edge of my panties and yanked violently, the next second the last barrier shredded by him.

He crouched over me and went right in, overwhelming me with the sudden foreign sensation.

I couldn't help but shrink back, trying to get away from him, only to be dragged right back by the choke, "It's too late to run away."

The room resounded with ragged gasps and tingling sensations raced out of me.

As he moved in and out again and again, I felt my limbs go limp, I gripped the sheets hard, as if I was in the clouds, and as if I was falling rapidly, gradually not knowing where I was.

He continued to shrug on top of me, crashing into me again and again, hitting my body weak, as if my bones were falling apart.

I gradually couldn't keep up with his rhythm, and could only passively be played with by him.

I don't know how long it took, but his body shook violently and Penis fell completely inside me, wrapping me in hot liquid and sending me into a brief moment of disorientation.

The movement in the room stopped for a moment, leaving only the gasps of two people that were infinitely amplified for a long time.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dawn.

I clearly remembered what happened last night, but where was Eric?

Once I reached out, the side of my bed had indeed been empty.

I opened my locker and put on some clothes randomly, I guessed he hadn't gone out yet.

Sure enough, Eric was still at the restaurant. We had nothing to say and I sat down across from him.

He got up and put a glass of water in front of me.

I wondered if our relationship had progressed after we slept together again.

He put a piece of pill aside, "Don't forget to take the medicine."

The contraceptive pill! I remembered that he didn't use a condom last night.

So that's it.

I nodded obediently and took the pill in front of him. He just gave me a look and left without any indication.

I chased him out and handed him his jacket, "Going to work? Be careful on your way."

He ignored me and closed the door with a "Bang!". It came to the scene again that the house was instantly quiet, and as long as I didn't make a sound in such a big and uninhabited house.

I calmly walked over to the trash can and spit out the pill.

It might be my only chance.