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　　My stomach sank when I watched him push the skirt up until my undergarment was exposed to him. his other hand was still firmly holding onto my neck, holding me still even when I was trying my hardest to squirm out of his grip.

　　“Wait! Stop! This is a mis—ah!” I gasped when Isaiah’s finger grazed against my clothed heat. There was not much pressure and yet it was enough to make me clench. He then hooked a finger onto my undergarment and pulled it to the side, exposing myself to him. “Isaiah, please listen to me!” I panicked once more.

　　“Shut up. You only spew lies.” He huffed.

　　“I never lied—!” my words trailed off into a silent cry when he suddenly pushed his thick finger inside me. It felt uncomfortable, having something inside me without proper warning. Even though I kept preparing myself mentally that this was bound to happen, that one day I would need to consummate with them but never like this.

　　Isaiah was so filled with anger and distrust towards me that he was going to hurt me due to a simple misunderstanding. All the panic and fear I had was accumulating into a large ball that was forcing itself out of me. My eyes burnt as tears ran down my cheeks. I was afraid of what was going to happen next, hating that he was completely blinded from anger that he was willing to go this far. My nails dug deeper into his arm, desperately wanting to move it away.

　　“Isaiah…!” I sobbed. My voice cracked in the process.

　　Isaiah stiffened at the sound and looked up at my face only for his expression to instantly change into one of confusion. He slowly loosened his grip around my neck before pulling out his finger from inside me.

　　“Why are you crying…? Isn’t this what you wanted?” he asked, hesitantly.

　　“N-No! I never lied to you…! Augustus and I didn’t do anything. I’m still a…” I sobbed harder as my words were once again trailed off. I moved my hands to hide my crying face away from him.

　　Isaiah remained frozen for a moment, still positioned between my legs as I unconsciously tried to close them to cover myself but Isaiah shifted his position, his hand reaching for the hem of my nightgown and pulled it down to cover me. His hand then hovered above my body, as though he was unsure what he was supposed to do next.

　　“I’m…” he started but instead of finishing his sentence, he moved away from between my legs and went to sit by the edge of the bed.

　　I soon felt myself calm down from the fear I had earlier and even my tears had stopped flowing. I wanted to apologise to Isaiah for showing him that side of me but before I could even prop myself up, Isaiah quickly stood up from the bed and headed towards the door.

　　“Isaiah?” I called out, my voice small and barely audible but he heard me as he stopped in his tracks.

　　“Rest here for tonight. I don’t think you would want to share a bed with me after…” he then sighed, turning to face me. His usual scowl was replaced by genuine concern. He looked as though he wanted to say something to me but it was hard for him to say it.

　　My eyes then drifted down as something caught my attention. He was hard. I could see the outline of his erection pressing against his trousers. The sight of it alone made my face heat up. I then quickly looked back at him as he was about to speak once more.

　　“I’m sorry for being so forceful. I didn’t know what came over me. I just…hate it when people lie to me but I never stopped to think why you would even lie about this in the first place.” He babbled, and it was strange to watch him like this. “If you start hating me for this then I understand and I would accept any punishment you deem necessary.”

　　I giggled, causing him to glare at me. “S-Sorry. I mean there’s no need for anything so drastic such as punishment.”

　　“You were crying.” He reminded me.

　　I looked down at the bed covers. “I cried not because I hated you, Isaiah. I was just afraid it was going to hurt. You were being rough since you were angry and were not listening to a thing I was saying to you… I was already preparing myself mentally for this day but seeing how furious you were only made me think that you were going to hurt me especially on my first time… ” I babbled this time, still not daring to look him in the eyes due to how embarrassed I felt.

　　“I’m sorry I scared you.”

　　I never thought that he would apologise for the second time. “…I do not mind continuing if you want.” I muttered. “But p-please be gentle with me.” My head was hung low, fixated on the bed sheets instead of looking up at him.

　　“Are you sure you want me to be your first?” he asked hesitantly.

　　I peeked up at him. “We are husband and wife after all.” I offered him a small smile.

　　It took him a second to think about it before approaching the bed once more. He sat in front of me, our legs almost brushing against each other. “What do you want me to do?”

　　“We could start with a kiss?”

　　“Understood.” He said, face leaning forward. I closed my eyes and anticipated his lips on mine but it never came. I opened my eyes slowly only to find him hesitating. “Are you sure about this?” he asked once more. I was not used to this side of Isaiah but I wanted to see more of what he was hiding behind his aggressive fa?ade.

　　I slowly reached out my hand to caress his cheek, causing him to flinch away lightly before relaxing into my touch. I inched closer and pressed my lips on his. It was a brief kiss just to test the waters and when I pulled back, I watched his face for his reaction.?

　　After a beat, Isaiah kissed me once more, deepening the kiss before slipping his tongue past my open lips. The kiss was intense which led to a knot to form in my core. We parted from the kiss, looking at each other for a moment before Isaiah guided my body to lay on the bed.

　　I dropped my hands to my side, while he hovered over me, his hands on either side of my face. “Are you alright?” he asked. I noticed how damp his lips were from our previous kiss.

　　“Yes.” I breathed.

　　Isaiah then leaned down to plant kisses on my chin, trailing down to my neck as he slithered down a hand to gently stroke the side of my body, moving lower to my hip where he held them. His teeth grazed against the bruise on my neck, causing me to let out a soft gasp. He froze from the sound but when I? wrapped my fingers around his tunic to reassure him I was fine, he continued his kisses on my neck.

　　“Is this alright?” he asked, lips pressed against my neck.

　　“Yes…” I exhaled as his hand then moved lower to my entrance. He started to rub his finger gently over my sensitive heat, placing more pressure with every stroke. “Isaiah…” I sighed, allowing myself to melt under his touch.

　　“You’re so wet already.” He whispered, before slowly slipping his finger between my undergarment to touch my heat directly. I swallowed down a moan but my hip moved forward in an obscene manner.

　　“D-Don’t say that…” I said bashfully, feeling his lips turn into a smile before he pulled back to look down at me properly.

　　“Do you think you are ready?” he asked.

　　“Ready?”

　　“For me to enter you.” He said nonchalantly. My eyes fell to his groin where his erection stuck out prominently even with the lack of light in the room.

　　“Y-Yes?” I said, sounding unsure myself.? I watched silently as Isaiah pulled down his trousers, freeing his erection from its confines. I gulped at the sight of him, clenching my walls as I wondered if it would even fit inside me. “Um…” I started, not even sure how to bring it up.

　　“What is it? Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

　　I shook my head as I moved my hands to my sides and gripped onto the sheets below. “Please be gentle…” I pleaded once more as I failed to hide the slight tremble in my voice.

　　Isaiah rubbed his length against my entrance, slowly coating his hard and burning shaft with my wetness. I could feel his bumpy vein along the underside of his length brushing over my sensitive bud.

　　“I understand. Try to relax.” He cooed as he aligned the tip against my hole.