Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

57. Recognition

Morning greet, the air is so humid accompanied by a cold that slightly pierced the skin. Remnants of rainwater still loom in the earth's atmosphere, the smell of wet soil so distinctive wafted with the air.

In their hotel room, Gerald and Isvara were still comfortably asleep on the cold floor, warm feeling running through their bodies due to the tightening embrace.

Gerald opened his eyes slowly because he was disturbed with a soreness that suddenly came, his arm now felt cramped because overnight made a pillow for his wife.

While Isvara was still sound asleep undisturbed in the slightest, Gerald honestly did not want to wake his little wife, but the increasingly cold floor made Gerald worry, but, moreover, the girl's feet are naked because they only wear the shirt.

Gerald approached, slowly kissing every inch of the wife's face, so that the girl would wake up, so that she could move onto the bed.

Isvara who felt the chewy thing on her face slowly opened her eyes, writhing for a moment.

"You awake?" Gerald's sexy voice rang out in his ears.

Oh come on, he's already opened his eyes, why is this guy asking?

"You sleep well?" Gerald asked again, with a hoarse voice typical of people who just woke up.

Isvara shakes funny. "No, my body is sore, you hug me too tightly."

"Hmm, really?" Gerald looked at the ugly face.

Isvara nodded then laughed a little. Gerald now re-clutched him, the elbow of the man in the bend to support his head.

"That's because your tiny body is so fit to hug, let me hold you again." Gerald brought his face closer and lifted a kiss on the rannum's lips.

Isvara smiled shyly and pulled away and got up from the cold floor, Gerald followed in his footsteps.

"The best part of waking up is taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly."

Gerald followed what Isvara did, the man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly according to his wife's instructions. And it feels really refreshing as if the oxygen supply has been replaced with a better one.

Then Isvara stood up, walked towards the bathroom while Gerald sat on the edge of the bed and called someone.

"www!" the sound of Isvara's scream suddenly sounded from inside the bathroom made Gerald immediately walk up to him, his phone was thrown somewhere before he called.

"What's wrong?" gerald asked worriedly, his eyes then widened to see Isvara who sat down horribly.

"This bathroom floor is so slippery, I slipped." Isvara grimacing.

Gerald immediately helped her, lifted the girl's body and carried her in a sling. For some reason suddenly something stiffened down there as the snow-white smooth shoulder was clearly exposed, the reddish-white neck was indeed tempting to Gerald's current faith.

From the beginning they were alone together in the same room was a mistake, he was also a pure man who could be aroused, but Gerald was as strong as possible to withstand the turmoil all because he did not want to hurt Isvara.

"Gerald why are you?" Isvara asked in wonder, especially Gerald's face looks flushed at this time.

"Uhmm, you better put me down."

Gerald nodded and began to lower Isvara's body slowly, but before Isvara moved, Gerald had already supported the girl to hit the wall.

"G-gerald, what are you doing?" Isvara could stare at Gerald's changed expression, his dark eyes now sharpening even more.

Not heeding Isvara's words, the tip of Gerald's thumb moved gently rubbing Isvara's lips that now look full and reddened. Isvara became goosebumps, in the face of Gerald's face that seemed to hold something, he rubbed his sturdy jaw and landed some kisses there.

Gerald then approached, reunited their lips, his hands pressed gently on Isvara's nape and further deepened their kiss.

A loud voice rang out as the unification of the lips echoed around the bathroom. Gerald did not give a pause for Isvara to take a breath, he continued to press, demanding, peeling into the girl's oral cavity and linking their tongues.

Isvara was completely overwhelmed, her hands clutching her waist tightly, the warm feeling that radiated her body like freezing, the kiss that Gerald gave her was intoxicating.

Gerald pulled away making the union of their lips detached, rubbing Isvara's lips which were now getting reddened and swollen.

His burly hand then traced the niche of Isvara's neck, rubbed it gently then his lips landed there, giving some red marks of his possession.

Isvara's gaze blurred, in the firm grip of Gerald's shoulder, the soft and warm sweep of Gerald's lips on his neck made Isvara unable to wiggle.

"G-gerald, wait!" Isvara raucously said, he tried to stop it before doing more.

Gerald was forced to stop his activities, he hissed because something down there had hardened and demanded more.

Gerald looked at him, Isvara stared weakly at the face of Gerald who was filled with the fog of passion.

"Not now, please." Isvara framed Gerald's jaw with her tiny hand.

"I want us to do it when there's love in it."

"Why? is my love not enough?"

Isvara is weak. "I'm sorry Gerald."

Gerald understood then the man sighed softly, re-enforced his body, The man nodded slowly and immediately left from there leaving Isvara who was plagued with guilt.

"You will never open your heart to me." The man turned his back on Isvara.

Isvara shook his head weakly, then ran straight to hug Gerald from behind. They were silent, but the next second Gerald turned and looked at Isvara, now shedding tears.

"Aren't you really going to open your heart to me?" ask the man.

Isvara again shook her head. "it's not like that but I'm still confused by how I feel."

"Don't cry." Gerald wiped his cheeks. "I won't force you."

"Gerald can this be called love? when I get jealous when I see you with Laura or with another woman, when I remember you in every second of the breath I exhale, when I feel safe by your side, when I feel the warmth of all that you give me, can that be said love?" Isvara sobbed slowly.

"I don't know, but what you're feeling is the feeling I'm feeling right now." Gerald cupped Isvara's tiny face.

"Gerald I love you." Isvara said steady and then catapulted the kiss there.

Gerald was a little stunned for a moment, then he clasped back the nape of Isvara, deepening their kiss.

The link of their lips came off, their breaths gasping, Gerald rubbed his wife's cheeks affectionately.

"I love you" said Gerald.

"I love you to!" isvara.

They both fell silent. "If you want to do so then I will surrender myself completely, for now my heart is yours." whispered Isvara.

Gerald looked at him with a loving gaze, the man then reviewed a faint smile and reunited their lips, sipping, mel*mat deeper and passionate.

Gerald then lifted Isvara's body in his arms without letting go of their kiss, Isvara reflexively draped her hands around the man's neck.

Then Gerald carefully laid Isvara's body on the mattress, opened one by one the buttons of the girl and traced each inch of her smooth skin.

Isvara involuntarily makes a voice that she thinks is very strange, but it even more arouses Gerald's tempestuous desire.

Gerald forcefully withdrew to let go of their lip link for a moment, then he opened his black shirt until it was stung horribly on the z floor with a shirt worn by Isvara who with one movement detached from the girl's body.

Gerald was fascinated when he saw Isvara's plain body which was now without a thread attached.

"don't keep looking at me like that" Isvara said in embarrassment.

"You are so beautiful." praised Gerald and then slowly brought her body closer to Isvara.

Gerald swept back every inch of that smooth skin and whispered in Isvara's earlobe.

"If it hurts a little, yell, because I can't stop after this."