7 Virgin Blood
Stuck

I told myself to forget the shadow of Jaka Prasetya who unfortunately continues to cross the memory. I'm claustrophobic. I hate it when I feel like the twins are not twins, or that the venereal villain is probably the man I'm making out with. I hate it when I have to be careful of my own husband.

No, no, no. The one with me right now is Jaka Pradana. He does have a twin. And whatever crime his twin brother, the sex offender, had had absolutely nothing to do with this man. He's my husband. I have to trust him. Entirely. Control yourself, Wulan. Take control....

I closed my eyes slowly. Trying to enjoy the romance that afternoon when my husband's hot hand touched my thigh, while at the nape of my neck, his lips began to fondle.

Whisper. Please whisper the password, my heart asks when my mouth is unable to speak.

I was afraid that if I said -- - when I directly asked him to say the password, the man who was fondling me would feel offended and think that I suspected him: that I feel like he's not her. Not my real husband. I don't want him to be offended.

But I'm helpless. The discomfort that I felt in my heart I couldn't shake. I opened my eyes and moved uncomfortably as Ak Jaka began to direct my hands into the dress skirt I was wearing and then let the silk slide down the legs, letting it just fall into the water.

Carefully and tenderly, she uncovers my skirt up to her hips, then she rests my feet on her shoulders, then kisses me, in that moist tenderness. And a moment later, Ak Jaka pressed his nose against the open slit line and inhaled it like a rose, with soft petals and a sweet aroma, and was so alluring. Then he touched the crack with the tip of his tongue, tasted it, bit it a little bit and kissed it until I pulled his hair and pressed his face against me. Strong-handed.

I'm keran*. He kept doing it until I was shaking. Again and again, he pressed his mouth against my body, making me bite my lips to hold back. I don't want to let go until I scream loudly.

“Please, let go," he said as he removed my hand from his hair, and instead he wrapped his arm around the back of my back.

I was really confused as to why I felt this way. I was uncomfortable when Ak Jaka lowered my ristslet until my dress came down, then opened my bra hook and exposed my chest. And, without waiting for a second, the man immediately grabbed my body with one hand. As he buried his fangs in my neck, the fingers of his right hand were active, controlling my chest. Merema* was strong until I was suffocating. "Stop, Ak, I can't stand it" I groaned, a little bit of a lie. I could endure the torment of pleasure, but I could not resist the discomfort that plagued me.

"No. I can't stop."

Byurrtr....

He pulled me into the water. The shock made me cling firmly to his shoulders.

"Let it go" he said, his eyes tracing my skin with his hot, hungry gaze.

"But, Ak, how about the guards in front come in and see us here? I'm ashamed, Ak."

"They wouldn't dare." He's pecking at my shoulder. "Nobody would dare to see or speak anything."

Oh, if my feelings aren't this bad, I don't mind us making love in the open like this.

"Ac...."

"Mmm-mm?" He keeps on poking me.

"We'll just go to the room, okay? I beg?"

"No, dear."

"But, Ak...."

"Shhh...."

"If he doesn't want to, with us."

Huh huh? Them?