7 The Wedding Night

Sibyl’s POV

He seemed to be in a hurry. After taking off my wedding dress, he rudely tore off my petticoat.

Now all I have on me is a translucent pink dress.

He could see me naked through this dress.

His eyes went down from my face to my chest. His breathing became heavy, and the hot breath of the alcohol sprayed on my chest as he breathed.

His eyes began to turn red, and he looked at me with possessive eyes.

He looked like a cheetah ready to pounce on his prey at any moment.

I'm a little scared.

He reached into my dress and held one of my breasts.

I felt my brain explode.

His movements were gentle at first. But as he breathed harder, the strength of his hands grew.

My breasts were shaped under his hands. I felt a strange sensation. I wanted to cry and scream, but all I could do was bite my lip and grab the sheet with both hands.

He began to pinch my n.ipples. He seemed very interested in my breasts, and his every touch was tingling with excitement.

Oh, why does it feel like that? My