The Wrong Woman

The more nervous Candice got, the more sensitive her body became.

Elio's hand slid down her thigh, slipping under her skirt.

He seductively whispered in her ear, "May I kiss you?"

Candice was already captivated by his touch. She was overwhelmed with a bewitching sense of emptiness she couldn't suppress. Breathing heavily, she didn't have the strength to answer his question. She was growing embarrassed that her skin flushed.

Her silence was taken as consent by Elio.

He adjusted her position then pressed down on her soft body, and leaned in to kiss her lips.

Candice shyly moaned. Her sweet moans could make any man tingle with anticipation.

They couldn't bring themselves to part from their kiss, losing themselves to it.

At that moment, he finally kissed the woman he had long yearned for. He couldn't suppress his emotions anymore and almost lost control.

The softness and sweetness of Candice exceeded his imagination. It drove him crazy, making him obsessive and confused.

As Elio touched her smooth skin and her curvy body, he felt like having her all to himself, including her body and heart. This desire made him reckless.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He quickly removed their clothes, pulling her close as he kissed her passionately.

As he kissed her, Candice felt breathless.

With his strong and muscular body, he pinned her down. He caressed every inch of her body, kissing her as their tongue danced passionately.

The relentless sensation left her body weak and trembling. The feeling of emptiness gnawed at her.

At that moment, she had lost control, so she didn't think much.

As their bodies became one, she moaned.

However, she instantly regretted it once she snapped back to her senses.

The tearing pain was excruciating, causing her to twist her head away from his kiss. She pushed against her firm chest with both hands as tears streamed down her face.

"It hurts, let go of me. Elio... Let go of me."

Elio froze. He didn't dare to move because he was afraid it would hurt her more.

Candice clenched her fists and pounded on his chest. She cried out, "Let go of me! I don't want it anymore!"

She had never imagined it would hurt so much.

Elio grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He kissed her lips to stop her from crying.

He hadn't realized it was her first time, so he had been too rough on her. Without having any experience, he was acting purely on instinct.

His heart ached for Candice, and he wanted to stop.

If he could, he wished to end it as fast as possible, so that she wouldn't be in so much pain.

But things didn't go as he hoped.

Even when he moved as gently and slowly as possible, Candice was still crying and struggling in pain.

He couldn't control the timing. He was enjoying pleasure amidst torment, feeling bad toward Candice while indulging in pleasure, and continuously tormenting her with his own desires.

He wished that he could bear the tearing pain himself, while Candice enjoyed the pleasure. That would have been so much better. That way, it wouldn't leave her with bad memories of her first time.

As time dragged on, Candice was on the brink of fainting from the pain. As she cried, she angrily choked out, "E-Elio, I hate you." This sentence was perhaps an emotional outburst in the heat of the moment, but she didn't know it would scar his heart. The words she said were like a thorn deeply pierced into his heart. Whenever he remembered, it would make his heart ache.