The rain poured heavily against Christine's bedroom windows, tears pricking her eyes as she stared into the nothingness. Flashbacks from the night she lost her virginity continued to torment her mind; it had been rainy then too. She vividly recalled the man's face, briefly illuminated by lightning in the hotel chamber, forever imprinted in her memory. With rich dark hair, thick brows, plump lips, and a perfectly shaped jawline, he exuded masculinity from every pore. If only she could have seen his eyes, she thought, to complete the image. But they were closed, lost in the frenzy of the moment—it was his wedding night, after all. Yet she was not his bride. What had transpired almost nine months ago was far from the dream she had envisioned for her first time. It had been cruel, merciless, and horrible. His skilled hands were hovering all over her body, leaving no place unknown to his touch. He was caring and gentle, after all, he believed he was making love to the one he promised to
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