Hell Lecturer Enchantment

Just Us

Mikael looked satisfied to see Ariana sleeping in her arms. He did not want to do this but it was the woman who forced him to do so. He wanted to tear down the wall in Ariana's heart just entered it. However, Ariana asked for a divorce and she did not accept that.

The only way for the woman not to leave was to tie her deep into the man. Unify physically. At least it might make their hearts come together.

Mikael cannot predict what will happen later but he is convinced that Ariana is his match through an intermediary whose parents.

At first, she rejected Ariana because of her love for Sheila. However, he gradually realizes that all of that is just his lust or maybe his madness.

He was grateful God kindly made his eyes open by looking at who Sheila was and how she was. He never regretted his mistake but he regretted having hurt Ariana and made her suffer.

Ariana was by his side, facing each other, breathing softly. Her cheeks appeared pink due to the warmth of the room as their bed was bathed in sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window.

His bedding blanket was tangled with delicacy, smelling *** and sandalwood. Her glittering brown eyes, walked lazily over Ariana's exposed skin and her long black hair.

Ariana brought her knees to her chest, curled up into a ball. Slow murmurs come from the lips. Mikael frowned, leaning closer so he could understand what the woman was saying. But not clear.

Suddenly, there was a heart-wrenching scream. Clear circles flow from Ariana's eyes that are still closed.

“Ariana?” She placed a soft hand on her bare shoulder, but Ariana was frightened and moved away from her with her eyes still closed. She began to mutter Mikael's name, over and over, among her sobs .

"Ariana, I'm here" Mikael raised his voice. Just as he grabbed it again, he sat up straight, gasping for breath.

"Are you okay?" Mikael moved closer, resisting the urge to touch her. Ariana was breathing violently, and under a watchful gaze, she was fanning her trembling hands over her eyes.

"Ariana?" Call Mikael

After a long, tense minute, the soft-eyed ball stared at him with wide eyes.

Mikael frowned. "What's going on?"

Ariana gulped loudly. "The nightmare."

“About what?”

"You left me alone first."

Mikael's eyebrows fused behind his dark-framed glasses. “Why do you dream about it?”

Ariana took a breath, held her blanket down to her waist and pulled it all the way to her chin. The bedsheet was full and white, swallowing its entire tiny body before billowing like a cloud over the mattress.

He rubbed his fingers gently on his skin. "Ariana, it must have been so painful for you that it traumatized you."

"You don't know what it's like to be left alone in a foreign place. Feel like such a worthless and disgusting piece of trash that you won't look at me at all."

Mikael's stomach began to feel wrapped around. She did not expect that her decision to leave the little girl in the room would instead inflict quite a deep wound on her. He thought it could save the girl from an unreasonable early marriage. However, his mind was wrong.

Mikael releases Ariana's clenched fingers one by one and kisses her regretfully. “Now Different Ariana. I'm not leaving you. You know that, right?"

With a frown he wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pressing his cheek against his chest. A myriad of memories filled his mind as he thought back to what happened last night. He gazes at his naked form for the first time and initiates it into the intimacy of making love. He has shared his innocence with Ariana, and he thinks he has made her happy. Of course it was one of the best nights of his life. He pondered that fact for a moment.

"Are you sorry last night?"

"No. I'm glad you were my first. That's what I've wanted since we met.”

Mikael placed his hand on Ariana's delicate cheek, tracing her skin with her thumb. “I'm honored to have been the first for you.” He leaned forward, his eyes not blinking. "But I want to be the last for you."

He smiled and raised his lips to meet her. Before she could hug him, a call from Ariana's cell phone filled the room. The name of Adam is there.

"Just ignore it" whispered Mikael loudly, his arms stretched all over Ariana's body, pushing to lie underneath.

Adam's eyes darted past Ariana's shoulders to where her iPhone lay on the table. "I don't think he's gonna call you again."

"I didn't answer, so it doesn't matter" Ariana replied.

Mikael knelt between his legs and lifted the blanket from Ariana's body. "In my bed, there's only us."

The man looked into Ariana's eyes as she began to bring their unshielded bodies closer together.

Mikael leaned forward to kiss her, but the woman turned her head. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"I don't care." He lowered his lips to his neck, kissing his accelerating pulse.

"I'm going to clean up first."

Mikael grunted in frustration, leaning on one elbow. “Do not let Adam ruin what we have.”

"Hmm." Ariana tried to roll over from under her and pulled the blanket, but Mikael caught her. His eyes were rogue.

Ariana's eyes moved from the white cloth sandwiched between her fingers, to her face. He looked like a panther waiting to pounce. He glanced at the side of the bed at the pile of clothes on the floor. They are beyond his reach.

"What's the problem?" Mikael asked, holding off a grin.

Ariana blushed and gripped the material tighter. Chuckling, he took off the blanket and pulled into his arms.

“You need not be ashamed. You're gorgeous. I even want to lock you up again in my arms. So you won't be dressed for the whole day." She pressed her lips against her earlobe, gently touching Ariana's earrings. He was sure his mother would be happy because they had actually been together not just a lie.

With another brief kiss, Ariana turned around, she slipped into the restroom quickly before Mikael saw her alluring back as she dropped the blanket right outside the door.

While brushing his teeth, he thought about what had happened. Making love with Mikael has been a very emotional experience, and even now her chest is still rumbling.

There were so many things he did not know.*** was a kind of knowledge, and now he knew the sting of sexual jealousy in a way he had never experienced before. Imagine Mikael doing what they have done with other women. In her case is the woman who has made her heart ache for stealing Mikael on their first night.