Her shaking lips finally pressed against his pair of cold lips. She wanted to give a simple peck and be over with it quickly.
Just when she was about to back off, her waist was tightly held by Amar as he drew her close yet again.
Bewildered by his action, her petite mouth subconsciously opened to protest.
But that was the moment Amar was waiting for.
That very instant, his tongue forced her way inside that narrow opening.
An electric shock passed through Elena's entire body as her tongue was forcefully encroached upon.
It was the first time she had any close contact with the opposite sex, and the first time was too intense.
The strong masculine smell that a male has, intoxicated her nostrils, sending her brain into overdrive.
This smell was completely different from her Sameera.
Unlike the girly-sweet smell Sameera has, Amar's smell was full of provocation, full of overbearing.
His rough yet strong hands were completely different from Sameera's soft and gentle touch.
Just when she was lost in her comparison, Amar's tongue had already become entangled with hers.
She was completely passive and like a boat sailing on a wavy sea, she could only hold on as the big tides kept hitting her one after another.
This time she could feel.
No, she remembered that disgusting taste.
The disgusting taste of his saliva which mixed in her mouth as he deep-kissed her.
After a full 5 minutes, Amar finally let her go.
Like a deer wildly jumping, she instantly pulled apart.
Anger! Helplessness! Sadness! So much were written in her glaring eyes.
But such things could never melt Amar's heart.
There was one thing he still needed to verify tonight.
"Okay, it's good that you already took a bath and have eaten dinner."
"Come to bed, let's begin directly."
Amar walked towards the big bed lying near the window.
Seeing him taking off his remaining shirt and pants, then looking at her meaningfully , Elena gritted her teeth.
She knew what this meant!
He wanted her to take initiative to approach him.
'As a man, Why is he asking me to approach him?'
'Just push me on the bed and be done with it quickly!'
'What's wrong with him, aren't all men beasts who only want sex?'
But who told her to accept the agreement earlier.
Now she can't go back on her words.
The reality made it difficult.
Even if she didn't want to, she had to persist for at least 2 months.
Clenching her wrists, she slowly started walking towards Amar, who was standing near the bed.
With trembling legs, Elena came closer.
Amar had already unbuttoned his shirt, and seeing his muscular abs, Elena for a second was taken aback.
"Do you like them?"
'In all those web series we used to watch back on Earth, girls always fawned over such things.'
He had a meaningful smile.
"Seeing you dazzled like that, it seems you too want to touch them."
"I…I"
Without giving any time to react, Amar yet again pulled her closer and put her slender fingers on his muscular chest.
"It's fine!"
"Your husband has such a good figure."
"Feel these abs, countless girls will go crazy just to touch them."
Her hands were led by him, and under his guidance, she slowly started caressing those muscles.
Seeming to have regained her rationality, Elena's face puffed up as her hands broke free from his grip.
"What a narcissist you are!"
She spoke with a complex emotion.
"But later when you talk to your friends, you can brag about what a good figure your husband has!"
"You…."
Hearing Amar's joking words, Elena unknowingly laughed.
Amar was following the divide-and-rule strategy.
You can't take her feelings in one go.
You must conquer step by step and that's what he was doing.
"Okay, it's already dark."
"Let's sleep now."
"Let me help my beautiful wife undress now."
There was a mischief in his eyes which hastened her heartbeat.
"Or you don't want to?"
"Remember for 2 months you have to act like a proper wife."
Yes, she couldn't run away.
She had to endure all this for at least 2 months. That was the deal between her and him.
'Doesn't matter last night he already took my chastity.'
'My everything was seen by him yesterday, two months will pass in just a blink of an eye.'
-Inwardly, Elena said encouraging words to her faltering mind.
She could feel Amar's rough hands slowly helping her take off her blouse followed by the loosening of her belt.
"I have to admit it."
"Your figure is really best."
"No wonder your title as one of the top beauties in the country is well-deserved."
"This figure is definitely top-notch, enough to make countless men drool."
Hearing Amar's praise, Elena's head subconsciously lifted as her eyes met his admiring gaze.
Women are duplicitous creatures. All of them, even if they deny, want to hear their praise.
It's a natural instinct of all women.
It is said that for a man, if the number of girls he has slept with is a matter of pride then, for a beautiful woman like Elena, the number of boys she can attract with a single glance is a matter of pride.
Naturally, a part of her heart, even if she didn't want to, felt happy upon hearing Amar's words.
Seeing her looking so earnestly at him, Amar knew the strategy had already started showing effect.
"Don't look at me with those big eyes like I am lying."
"I will be very honest, if I had seen your delicate face before then I would never have planned to confess to Princess Margaret."
Princess Margaret was Elena's elder sister, she was someone whom Elena had always been jealous of, and this was a well-known fact in the capital.
As expected, hearing Amar mention her elder sister, her inferiority complex was successfully aroused as her ears perked up.
"Really?"
"Wait, you planned to confess to her?"
Her vanity, her curiosity, her intrinsicity, everything was ignited at the same moment.
"Yeah, now that I see your face so closely you are a hundred no thousand times more beautiful than that haughty Margaret."
Elena's lips unknowingly arched up.
Since childhood, whether it's studies or manners, she has always been compared to Margaret, like always hearing common ridicules such as- She is much better than you! She is more gentle and kind-hearted, compared to a good-for-nothing princess like you, and so on….
Now that Amar praised her and said she was better than Margaret, a wave of satisfaction brushed past her miserable heart.
She hated this scoundrel, but it felt good when praised like this.
Looking at her raised lips, Amar intensified the initiative.
"Okay, we can talk about this later, let's sleep first."
His hands unscrupulously descended down her cotton leggings.
The softness of the fabric was exceptional.
Elena's body once again started shaking upon receiving such a foreign touch.
This time, knowing that things were inevitable, she too started indulging and meekly took off her black leggings.
Following her lead, he too became bolder.
Both of them were now standing almost naked.
Only a thin layer of undergarments separated from complete potential skin contact.
With a pair of domineering hands, Amar lifted her light body and placed it on the bed then, he too came and laid by her side.
Elena had no idea of what he was doing.
She thought like a beast he was yesterday, he would tear off her clothes and ravish her yet again.
But the continuous fucking she imagined never happened?
Amar gently lifted the blanket and covered them.
Looking at her so restless he chuckled.
He slowly whispered in her ears,
"Sleep, don't overthink too much."
"I know I went a little overboard last night."
"You need proper rest or there might be injuries down there if we repeat the last night so earnestly again."
'Down there?'
It took some seconds for her to understand what he implied.
Hearing his calm words, Elena's wildly beating heart for the first time felt a bit of loss.
She could feel Amar's strongly domineering hands holding her in a tight embrace as they tried to sleep.
Elena could hear his strong heartbeat full of vitality, his familiar masculine smell that sent her brain into an overdrive earlier.
But why did she feel such a loss?
Was she disappointed?
She herself didn't know.
Amar praised her so much earlier, so like all those lustful men, Why didn't he fuck her tonight?
Although last night was crazy, her body had recovered enough.
She was sure she could have at least two rounds of sex but Amar only hugged her and did nothing else.
Her naked hot body can't arouse his lust?
Her mind wondered.
Perhaps, she was really disappointed…
She blamed it all on Amar.
Blaming him for messing with her thoughts.
Why did he praised her and helped her undress and even said all those frivolous words if, in the end, he wasn't going to fuck her?
Feeling frustrated, being so ardently hugged by Amar, she didn't know when she too passed out to her dreamland.