Runaway Bride

Chapter- 26

Chapter- 26

Riccardo's POV:

I kept bombarding her with this passion. I didn't realized When the situation slipped out of my hands. I was in her, pouring my feeling for her.

I only became like this for her, I lost my control over myself for her... Only her....

I paused feeling her tight grip on my arms her nails dig in my arm as all of this became too much for her, I kept my eyes on her face.

Her eyes were shut, she was shivering by pleasure, her teary eyes opened for me. She looks at me exhaling. This scene is so alluring that I won't complain if death consumed me right now.

I touched her face, she whispered, "I... I am tired... Riccardo...."

But the way her other hand touched my arm, I can tell her mind wants something else. She has long lost herself as I have.

Seeing her as mine, I can hardly restrain my happiness. I want to act like a fool in her love. I want to be my wife's puppet, even if it sounds stupid.

I just need her to alive and safe right in my arms. This marriage started for purpose of her safety and my one sided feeling for this childish women, but now her innocence has took over me.

I am long lost this battle, now I am surrendered to her.

I thrust into her, yielding a grasp, she closed her eyes calling my name. I love this scarlet color over her cheeks. I whispered pulling her to look in my eyes, "Just little more patience with me, my little wife...."

I noticed the hit of annoyance on her face, I love this side of her too.

I whispered kissing her lips, "I am on your Mercy my wife.... little mercy on me...." I chuckled kissing her again. I don't want this night to end.

This time we both will remember this forever.

Even if I said I won't complain if I die right now. But this selfish man inside me is begging, I cannot die leaving her behind.... I cannot be punished this cruel.

I smirked.

I have lost it.

Cherish's POV:

I hesitantly stood in front of mirror, after last night I feel more embarrassed than before, I can't look straight in his eyes.

Riccardo said, "This... this dress... isn't it too hot in it..."

I looked at him, He asked, "Your face is red..."

Sh*t!

I subconscious scratched my neck on his comments, indeed it's hot in here. but I think my mind is running wild.

I saw a suspicious look on his face, Riccardo pulled my hand to him, he inspected it then he looked at me cold.

He pulled me closer having a look at me from closer. I grasped. He pushed my sleeves off my shoulder.

I grabbed his hands as I warned, "Riccardo.... what the..."

He whispered, "The spots..... they were not there last nights."

I noticed my hand has red spots all over. I moved away from him walking the bathroom. I had look at my shoulder and face.

I can see them. How is this possible?

Riccardo was behind me, I feel like itching it. Riccardo said, "Did you eat something weird?"

I faced him saying, "AMm... nn... No.... this is wrong, I don't know how...."