The Seventh Miserable Bride

Chapter 73

"Yasmine..." His voice became more and more hoarse.

Yasmine held the sheets tightly with her hands, and her cheeks were getting redder and redder.

The feeling... was really very strange.

All of a sudden, he entered her, which made her tremble all over. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Everything about him seemed unfamiliar to her.

An unfamiliar kiss, an unfamiliar toughness, and an unfamiliar heat.

She did not expect to see Sebastian like this. She also had never thought that one day, she would be entangled with him in such a way.

"It hurts..." He entered her so suddenly that her hymen tore and she felt a sharp pain. It was her first time and she could not stand it. Her face turned so pale it was almost white, and her nails dug deep into his back.

It was so painful that her tears rolled down her cheeks. She kept begging him in a low voice, "Sebastian, it's really painful... Can you come out first?"

Sebastian took a few deep breaths and felt sorry for her when he saw the pitiful look on her face.

"I'm sorry." He hugged her tightly, kissed her eyes, and whispered, "Yasmine, I'm sorry." She shook her head and leaned against him, panting, she said, "Let me rest for a while... It really hurts."

He suppressed his desire, caressed her back, and kept kissing her forehead. His gaze moved to her hip. When he saw bloodstains on the sheets, he suddenly felt a surge of intense emotions in his heart.

"Why don't you take a shower first? You might feel better."

He gently stroked her back and she nodded. "Okay, sounds good."

Yasmine got up and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the hot water run down on her body. Perhaps it was a psychological effect, the pain was relieved.

While she was showering, the bathroom door was opened from outside.

Her hand trembled and the showerhead in her hand fell to the ground.

Sebastian came in completely naked. His smooth skin after the shower touched the back of her wet and naked body, making her body feel hotter and hotter.

"Why did you come in..." she asked softly.

"Just listening to the sound water running down your body, I feel like I'm gonna lose control..." He answered.

"I will finish it this time."

It was her first time, and she felt an intense pain. It was as if her body had been completely spread open. Her nose twitched and she subconsciously reached out to hold him tightly.

"Don't be afraid." He stroked her sweaty hair and kept coaxing her in a low voice. "Yasmine, don't be afraid."

The tender voice was uttered by the person she loved the most.

She gradually began to feel the color of joy, and her body was numb. Soon, she reached her climax for the first time.

The moonlight shone in, so he could see everything clearly. She turned her back to him and obediently stayed under his body. She was occupied by him, and she belonged to him.

The romantic tryst ended with a satisfied moan. Yasmine finally gave herself completely to Sebastian.

Both of them did not feel sleepy after that. Yasmine lay in Sebastian's arms and asked him weakly, "Why are you so experienced? You must have done it many times, haven't you?"

He caressed her hair and replied gruffly, "This is an instinctive reaction. Even if you don't have experience, you can finish it."

"It's not just about finishing it. You have done so well."

As soon as Yasmine finished her sentence, she was too shy to look up. As expected, Sebastian smiled and said, "I was worried that you would be dissatisfied with my performance. Now that you've said so, I'm relieved." "You haven't answered my question."

She awkwardly gave him a pinch.

"What's the question?"

"That question."

"Which question?"

The two of them acted like they were playing hide-and-seek. She was embarrassed to make it clear, so he played dumb the whole time. In the end, Yasmine was a little annoyed, so she asked boldly, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

Sebastian was so shocked by her words that his eyeballs almost fell out. "Is it important?"

"Of course it's important. If you're not a virgin, I think I'm at a disadvantage." She refuted.

"There's no other way around, you can't change the fact now." He replied bluntly.

"Does that mean you're really not a virgin?" She pressed on.

"It's really not that important, right? In this era, is there any woman who cares about whether a man is a virgin?"

"Although I don't care, I'd feel better if you were a virgin."

"Then why didn't you meet me earlier, or let me meet you earlier?"

Yasmine pursed her lip and said, "Well, I don't care about the fact that you're not a virgin. Tell me honestly, how many women have you slept with?"

Sebastian was silent for a moment. Then he took out a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it. He took a deep breath and said frankly, "Just one."

"Abigail?"

"Yes."

Yasmine's eyes darkened at once and thought, "How blessed that woman was to have a lover like Sebastian. Why didn't she cherish him? Instead, she abandoned him."

"This is my first time, you're lucky."

She easily changed the topic. She did not want to continue to talk about the person who made them both feel uncomfortable under such a wonderful atmosphere.

"Yes, I am, so I will try my best to love you in the future."

Sebastian held her tightly and rubbed her forehead with his chin, murmuring to himself, "I really didn't expect that God would send you, an angel, to save me, the devil. I thought that I would live a muddleheaded life my whole life. Thank you, Yasmine, for saving me from the endless darkness."

"I'm not an angel. I'm an embodiment of the devil just like you. The same way you're thankful for me, so am I thankful for you. You're the one who saved me first."

Love was so wonderful; it could hurt people, but it could also save people. It could turn into a poisonous thorn, inflicting unbearable pain on you; it could also turn into en effective prescription, curing the wound that had been in your heart for many years. "Yasmine, it may not be the best time to say this, but I still want to tell you frankly. I'm not the perfect man and I have many weaknesses. This makes me undeserving of a perfect love, but I yearn for it. You know how hard it is for me to fall in love with you; how long and how hard I struggled to open my heart to let you in. So you can't let me down. I really don't know what will become of me if I were to experience another emotional trauma. Sometimes I envy Marcus and the rest because they don't take love seriously. They can dump people today, and tomorrow be dumped by people. To them, it's as simple as that, but to me, I can't do such a simple thing."

"They are heartless. If a man has no heart, he won't get hurt. But what's the point of living if a person doesn't have a heart? You don't have to envy them, you just have to be yourself."

This night, Sebastian slept soundly. Yasmine, however, tossed and turned as she could not fall asleep. His words had been lingering in her ears the entire time. She wanted to summon up the courage to confess everything to him, but she felt that it was not the right time. The love between the two had just bloomed, and they needed some time to build a solid foundation of trust.

The morning light was warm but not dazzling, leaving a perfect shadow on the floor.

Yasmine could not remember how she fell asleep. She only remembered seeing the sun rose outside the window. She rolled up the quilt and moved her body, and her face gradually became a

little red.

"Are you awake?" He was lying beside her and watching TV with a low volume. At this time, he leaned over and kissed her.

"What time is it?" She asked in a hoarse voice.

"About 12 o'clock." He looked at his watch. "Are you hungry? Get up and have lunch, okay?"

"Okay." She nodded, moved, resisted the discomfort between her legs, and flipped the quilt to get out of bed.

He looked at her movements with a smile on his lips. "Do you want me to carry you there?"

His voice and tone were completely different from the usual... now sluggish, teasing, and meaningful.

She put on the nightdress beside her shyly, quickly got out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked into the bathroom.

She turned on the wall lamp, tucked her hair behind her ear, grabbed a cup, and brushed her teeth.

While she was brushing her teeth in a trance, she felt sleepy again.

"Are you still sleepy?" At this time, a voice suddenly rang in her ear. He was behind her, his arms around her and holding on to the basin, and he leaned close to her suggestively.

She squinted her eyes slightly and could see in the mirror in front of her that he was talking while gently kissing her neck.

"I'm sleepy." She bit her toothbrush and answered vaguely. After a while, she suddenly raised her voice and became embarrassed, "Sebastian!"

Taking advantage of her sleepiness, he began to touch her.

"Yes, I'm here." He answered calmly, and he did not stop his hands.

"Pervert..." Her mouth was full of foam. She wanted to get a cup of water to rinse her mouth, and at the same time, stop him from doing naughty things. In the end, it was too much to handle, and could only say with embarrassment, "You're so mean..."

"Yes." He picked her up from the ground and pressed her against the washstand. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "I want... you."

Yasmine wanted to cry but had no tears. She could already felt his existence in her body. "It really hurts..."

He held her thin waist, and the man behind her still looked calm and was biting her earlobe. "It'll be better soon, and it won't hurt anymore..."

"Okay, dear, stop crying..." He gasped and took a deep breath, pulled her finger out of her mouth, put it on his lips, and kissed her affectionately. Then he turned her around and kissed the tears in the corner of her eyes.

He knew that it was her first night, and that it was unbearable for her as they had already done it twice.

However, because he had done it the first time, it was difficult to suppress his desire from then on.

After lunch, the two of them went hand in hand to the famous Eiffel Tower in Paris. Looking at the magnificent building, Yasmine forgot all the worries in her heart. She ran around the giant tower happily like a child. Sebastian looked at her obsessively, as if he was looking at the girl who was reading at the Spicy Pasta Shop years ago, who had also smiled brightly, just like a child.