Chapter 1 The Wedding Night with a Stranger

Isabella Taylor thought she must be losing her mind.

The moment she stepped into the hotel room, she pushed him against the wall, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him. Michael Johnson, in response, wrapped his arms around Isabella's fiery, mature body.

Isabella's kissing skills were clumsy, driven purely by impulse and lacking any technique. She accidentally bit Michael, causing pain. Her awkward kissing made Michael gasp, their tongues tangling fiercely and making all sorts of sounds.

She felt like she was about to collapse, her arms instinctively tightening around Michael's waist.

Isabella couldn't help but wonder, 'When John Williams cheated, was it like this with that woman? Is sex really that important to men?'

Sensing her distraction, Michael nibbled on Isabella's earlobe, blowing gently into her ear. The tingling sensation spread through her body like an electric shock, making her moan uncontrollably. All her strength seemed to drain away, and she clung to Michael's body.

Michael's hand roamed over Isabella's back, struggling to unhook her bra but failed. Nibbling on her earlobe, he said with a hint of frustration, "Isabella, I can't manage it."

Isabella suddenly felt a bit chilly. Her clothes had been unbuttoned, and Michael was touching her chest through her bra. Her face turned bright red, and she hurriedly pushed him away.

"Sorry." She lowered her head, trying to pull up her jacket that had slipped to her waist, regretting her reckless behavior and wondering what Michael thought of her. She also hated herself immensely. John had cheated because she wouldn't sleep with him, and now she was about to have sex with Michael, whom she had just met.

Michael gazed intently at Isabella, who looked like a frightened little rabbit, her head bowed apologetically and she was biting her lip. He couldn't help but step forward, holding her in his arms, gently kissing the top of her head, and saying softly, "Isabella, you're not wrong. Protecting yourself before marriage makes you a good girl. But now, we're married; this is how a normal couple should be."

'Yes! John could have his fun, and I'm married to Michael. Why can't I?' Isabella thought.

She hooked her arms around Michael's neck and lay down on the bed.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, she finally saw the face of her new husband clearly.

Michael was propped above her, his strong arm muscles tense, messy hair falling over his forehead. His eyes, cold like a lone wolf's, showed a hint of emotion, and his nose was straight and high.

Isabella remembered her good friend Olivia Smith telling her that men with high noses generally had well-developed male characteristics. She instinctively wanted to explore, but suddenly felt a hot, giant object on the inside of her thigh. She blushed, and she cursed herself silently, closing her eyes and not daring to look at Michael above her.

Michael looked at Isabella beneath him, who was sometimes seriously examining him, sometimes giggling, and sometimes blushing and closing her eyes shyly. He couldn't help but tease her, "Isabella, are you satisfied with my looks?"

He raised a hand to tidy Isabella's hair scattered on the bed, his tone carrying a hint of restraint.

"Yes." Isabella closed her eyes, gripping the bedsheet tightly, feeling utterly ashamed and annoyed at herself for speaking without thinking.

"Then, can we move on to the next step?" Feeling Isabella's tense body beneath him, Michael regretted moving too fast and startling her. He was about to roll off, wanting to give her some time to accept him.

Suddenly, Isabella's mind flashed with the words her ex-fiancé John had said while in bed with another woman, "Isabella only lets me look, not touch. She's just eye candy! She can't compare to you, who is so soft and warm."

'John, I can do it too. Why couldn't you wait?' she thought.

With that thought, Isabella boldly wrapped her soft arms around Michael's neck.

Seeing Isabella suddenly take the initiative, Michael struggled to keep his composure and asked in a hoarse voice, "Isabella, are you serious? Once we start, it's for life."

Isabella leaned on Michael's shoulder, gently biting it, showing with her actions that she was serious.

Michael's sanity shattered. He lifted Isabella, one hand exploring her front and then moving to her lower back. Feeling Isabella's tension, he slowed his pace, gently tracing circles on her lower back with his fingers.

After several repetitions, Isabella's body gradually softened. Her clothes slowly slipped off, sliding down her smooth back and hanging at the base of her rounded hips.

The coolness on her upper body made Isabella shiver. Realizing her upper body was exposed, she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest.

Michael quickly grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.

"Isabella, it's too late. You were the one who seduced me first," Michael whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, then continued pitifully, "Isabella, you can't be so cruel, seducing me and not taking responsibility."

Michael's whisper in Isabella's ear felt like a feather brushing her heart, making her whole body hot. His burning lips roamed her body, as if igniting her skin.

Isabella's body temperature gradually rose, her body seemingly melting into a puddle.

"Isabella, I'm coming," Michael whispered.

Their skin pressed together, the two entangled, and Michael moved.

Although she was mentally prepared, Isabella couldn't help but cry out in pain, tears streaming uncontrollably, sobbing.

Michael felt a barrier, his heart both shocked and softened to the extreme.

"Good girl. It'll be over soon!" He kissed Isabella, coaxing her in a hoarse voice.

The pain mixed with tingling, leaving Isabella at a loss. She bit her restless lip, as if that would make her feel better.

The tingling sensation overshadowed the pain. Following Michael's rhythm, Isabella felt her blood surge and goosebumps rise on her skin. Her lower abdomen warmed and expanded, making her feel like she was about to fly.

Just as Isabella felt she had lost consciousness, leaving only her body, a hot stream flowed into her, and they both collapsed onto the bed.

Isabella felt like someone who had been suffocating for a long time suddenly got air, breathing heavily, her body completely drained of strength. Michael held her in his arms. The two of them lay on the bed, intimately close to each other, with even their breaths and heartbeats intertwined.

"Do you want to wash up?" After a while, Michael sat up and asked Isabella, "You'll feel better and sleep well after washing."

Without waiting for Isabella to respond, Michael carried her to the bathroom to clean up. The bright bathroom light made Isabella feel at a loss. She couldn't bring herself to bathe naked with Michael. But after their intimacy just now, if she continued to be shy and avoidant, it would seem pretentious. So she did nothing, letting Michael take care of her.

Fortunately, Michael was considerate of Isabella's first time, cleaning her up and carrying her back to bed.

Michael lay on his back, placing Isabella's head on his left chest. Their lower bodies were tightly pressed together, their legs intertwined.

It was Isabella's first time sharing a bed with a man, and she wanted to break free from Michael's embrace.

Sensing her intention, Michael slowly extended his right hand to her shoulder, gently stroking her back like soothing a kitten.

Isabella seemed to forget the earlier madness and embarrassment, completely calming down, enjoying Michael's caresses from her neck to her back, and fell into a deep sleep, until a series of knocks on the door woke her up.