My Sexy Lover

Unknown Reasons

Chapter 2

Chris

I underestimated this woman. I am on the brink of giving in to the enchanting beauty at the tip of my fingers. But I was furious to find out why she behaved this way at our wedding banquet. At first, I thought she was just drunk from the glass of wine she had, as guests occasionally offered toasts to celebrate with us. But when her hands started to move in ways I never expected she would while we were still in the crowd, I discreetly exited the hall with her in my arms after politely greeting everyone goodbye at the party.

"I would have appreciated it if you did this for an acceptable reason," I clenched my jaw as I mumbled while this little woman was eagerly taking my shirt buttons open.

"Fill the tub with cold water," I ordered the first maid I saw in the hallway as we headed to the suite.

This is not where I had planned to be for our honeymoon, but I guess my plans were ruined. I was aware she was not so willing to marry me, let alone be with me, but I was prepared to win her heart. Whatever it takes. But as I did not want my effort to be in vain, I wanted to court her, dote on her, and express my sincere love for her with the solid contract that she was already my woman, legally.

Aivea Bonabel.

She is the only woman to have captured my heart. She is now considered to be my weakest spot. As it is so, I wanted her within my walls. I don't want my enemies to find out about her. Not only because it would do me harm, but it would put her life in great danger.

I did everything to succeed in keeping her around me, but her stubborn mind and strong nature did not seem to agree with me. She seems to despise me even more. Knowing all this, I found it weird when she behaved like she was so eager to touch me intimately like she was not in her right mind.

Before we got into the tub, she had succeeded in removing my top. I was half naked, and her soft hands were roaming all over it, groping me here and there. Sensually. Seductively. Provocatively. Yet, I had to hold back. She is not in her right mind. I am not going to indulge in such cheap s*x, because that is not what I want from my wife.

'Fvck!'

She was grinding her crotch on mine while her left leg clung to the side of my hips, keeping me in place as she felt my hard-on right on top of her core. She has been trying to take her clothes off, but I won't let her. She was still clothed but the wantonness and wildness she was expressing would overwhelm me if she got naked before me. At this rate, I might succumb to her lead and get swallowed in my own desire to devour her. The only thread I was holding onto was the fury I felt after finding out the truth behind her scheme.

Her unwillingness to be mine, with all her heart, mind, and soul, was unacceptable.

'I have to make her like me, at least. Asking her to feel the way I feel for her might be tough, for now, but I am positive it is possible to happen. In due time. I can wait even if it takes me a lifetime.'

Well, if it wasn't for her, I might have died anyway. I guess winning her heart is not nonsense. The fact that she is unaware of my deep indebtedness to her convinces me to repay her even more. Had it been someone else, I would have thought the help I got was done with a hidden purpose, or with an ill intention. But this woman is clueless about what reason I am willing to freeze hell and beyond just to have her for myself.

She is dangerously seducing me to pounce on her. And I am like a fool, holding back. Thanks to my willpower, I am struggling, yet I am not going down that easily. I tried to hold her still with me behind her in the tub, but the nasty effect of the drug was turning her even wilder by the second. She was rocking her pelvis above my lap as she seemed to find satisfaction with her slit rubbing onto my stiffened, rock-hard shaft.

The mere move she does tosses me to oblivion, but I have to keep my sanity intact. But her sultry voice tickles me and the soft blow of her breath to my skin were like sparks of fire that threatened me to explode.

"Isn't this what you wanted," she whispered to my ear, enticingly, after she succeeded in turning her body around to face and straddle me.

I had to show her my stern face to express that I was not happy with what was going on. Her flushed, exposed skin was distracting, but I squinted my eyes to hide my desire. I decided to close my eyes, so she wouldn't see any shade of lust that was starting to win over me. I don't think she minded my response, she was too busy attending to her needs to focus on how I was reacting. She rocked her hips even harder, and I could feel the divine sensation satisfying my carnal desires as she seemed to quicken her pace. The water created waves that slapped the walls of the tub as she wildly swayed her body in a mystical rhythm my heart seemed to beat along with hers.

My grip on her tiny waist tightened when I felt my load spurt out of my hole. It was satisfying, but due to the clear fact that she was doing it out of the effect of the drug, I was not very happy. It angers me, to be honest.

I am too weak to deny her, but I am not going to do this willingly, either. I will only allow her to use me to put out the fire in her body, but I will make sure to deal with her in my own way.

She can touch me. She can grope me. She can rub herself on me and satisfy her needs, somehow, but I am not going to let her do it all the way with me. I swear to myself that she will only get to have me make love with her when she is heartily willing. By then, I will show her how I am going to worship and treasure her body and beauty. She will beg me to make us one, but not because she is drugged, not because of the effect of an aphrodisiac, but because she wants to be one with me in heart, soul, and mind.

I keenly watched her as she struggled to take her wedding dress off of her. I am not going to help her. Because that would be committing suicide for my remaining willpower not to give in to her wishes. The dress had stuck to her skin as it got wet. I had a bit of release, so watching her wrestle with herself to remove her dress gave me time to cool down. I glanced in the door's direction.

"Ahhh, It's here," I sighed.

I reached for the tray and as Aivea had her back to me, she did not see what I was holding.

"Here, let me help you..." I whispered as I swiftly pressed and emptied the syringe to make her sleep.