Chapter 2 The First Night

Isabella thought she must have gone mad.

The scene of John's infidelity kept haunting her mind. She wondered if sex really meant that much to men.

As soon as they entered, she pushed him against the wall and rose on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Inexperienced but driven by impulse, her kiss was clumsy - she accidentally bit him too hard.

Michael hissed in pain.

Before she could apologize, he took control, his tongue seeking hers.

Soon, Isabella felt lightheaded from the kiss, her arms naturally finding their way around Michael's waist for support.

Michael captured her earlobe between his lips, gently nibbling and breathing warm air against her ear.

A tingling sensation spread through her body like electricity, drawing out an involuntary moan.

Her strength seemed to leave her, making her cling to him even more.

Michael slowly undressed her until only her bra remained, struggling with the clasp.

He whispered in her ear, "Isabella, help me with this, would you? I can't seem to figure it out..."

When Isabella realized what she'd helped Michael do, clarity finally returned—but by then she was down to just her bra.

She pushed him away and quickly pulled on a robe.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." She kept her head down, embarrassed by her bold behavior.

She hated herself. She blamed herself for being too conservative with John before, which led to his cheating. Now ironically, she was about to give her first time to a man she barely knew.

Michael gazed at her intensely. Seeing her like a frightened rabbit, head bowed while biting her lip, he couldn't help but pull her into his arms.

He kissed the top of her head softly and said tenderly, "Isabella, you've done nothing wrong. You were right to protect yourself before marriage. But now we're legally married—this is natural between husband and wife."

Yes, they were married—why shouldn't they? Isabella thought defiantly. Making up her mind, she tugged at his shirt and lay back on the bed.

In the soft bedside light, she finally got a clear look at her new husband. He hovered above her, his muscular arms powerful, hair tousled, with eyes like a lone wolf in the night—usually cold but now filled with desire. His nose was straight and noble.

Isabella remembered her friend Olivia Smith saying men with strong noses were usually well-developed elsewhere.

Just as her mind wandered to investigate, she felt something hot and substantial against her inner thigh. Her face flushed crimson, and she mentally scolded herself for such thoughts, squeezing her eyes shut, no longer daring to look at the man above her.

Michael looked at Isabella beneath him, who was sometimes seriously examining him, sometimes giggling, and sometimes blushing and closing her eyes shyly. He couldn't help but tease her, "Isabella, are you satisfied with my looks?"

He raised a hand to tidy Isabella's hair scattered on the bed, his tone carrying a hint of restraint.

"Yes... I'm." Isabella closed her eyes, gripping the bedsheet tightly, feeling utterly ashamed and annoyed at herself for speaking without thinking.

"Then, can we move on to the next step?" Feeling Isabella's tense body beneath him, Michael regretted moving too fast and startling her. He was about to roll off, wanting to give her some time to accept him.

Suddenly, Isabella boldly wrapped her soft arms around Michael's neck.

Seeing Isabella take the initiative, Michael struggled to keep his composure and asked in a hoarse voice, "Isabella, are you serious? I hope you truly want it."

Isabella leaned on Michael's shoulder, gently biting it, showing with her actions that she was serious.

Michael's sanity shattered. He lifted Isabella, one hand exploring her front and then moving to her lower back. Feeling Isabella's tension, he slowed his pace, gently tracing circles on her lower back with his fingers.

After several repetitions, Isabella's body gradually softened. Her clothes slowly slipped off, sliding down her smooth back and hanging at the base of her rounded hips.

The coolness on her upper body made Isabella shiver. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

Michael quickly grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.

"Isabella, it's too late. You were the one who seduced me first," Michael whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, then continued pitifully, "Isabella, you can't be so cruel, seducing me and then turning me away."

Michael's whisper in Isabella's ear felt like a feather brushing her heart, making her whole body hot. His burning lips roamed her body, as if igniting her skin.

Isabella's body temperature gradually rose, her body seemingly melting into a puddle.

"Isabella, I'm coming," Michael whispered.

Their skin pressed together, the two entangled, and Michael moved in.

Although she was mentally prepared, Isabella couldn't help but cry out in pain, tears streaming uncontrollably, sobbing.

Michael felt a barrier, and his heart softened to the extreme.

"Good girl. It'll be over soon!" He kissed Isabella, coaxing her in a hoarse voice.

The pain mixed with tingling, leaving Isabella at a loss. She bit her restless lip, as if that would make her feel better.

The tingling sensation overshadowed the pain. Following Michael's rhythm, Isabella felt her blood surge and goosebumps rise on her skin. Her lower abdomen warmed and expanded, making her feel like she was floating on air.

Just as Isabella felt she had lost consciousness, a hot stream flowed into her, and they both collapsed onto the bed.

Isabella felt like someone who had been suffocating for a long time suddenly got air, breathing heavily, her body completely drained of strength. Michael held her in his arms. The two of them lay on the bed, intimately close to each other, with even their breaths and heartbeats intertwined.

"Do you want to wash up?" After a while, Michael sat up and asked Isabella, "You'll feel better and sleep well after washing."

Without waiting for Isabella to respond, Michael carried her to the bathroom to clean up. The bright bathroom light made Isabella feel at a loss. She couldn't bring herself to bathe naked with Michael. But after their intimacy just now, if she continued to be shy and avoidant, it would seem coy. So she did nothing, letting Michael take care of her.

Fortunately, Michael was considerate of Isabella's first time, cleaning her up and carrying her back to bed.

Michael lay on his back, placing Isabella's head on his left chest. Their lower bodies were tightly pressed together, their legs intertwined.

It was Isabella's first time sharing a bed with a man, and she wanted to break free from Michael's embrace.

Sensing her intention, Michael slowly extended his right hand to her shoulder, gently stroking her back like soothing a kitten.

Isabella seemed to forget the earlier madness and embarrassment, completely calming down, enjoying Michael's caresses from her neck to her back, and fell into a deep sleep.

A knock at the door startled Isabella awake. She instinctively looked around for Michael.