The door was slowly pushed open.
The room was dark and the cold moonlight spilled onto the large bed through the window. A tiny figure was curled up in the bed, sleeping facing the inside.
The man had stood for about five seconds at the door before walking into the room and closing the door. He took a glass off the nightstand and looked at it. There was still a fair bit of milk in the glass that has gone cold.
Putting down the glass, the man was hesitant for a moment, and wanted to leave. But seeing the girl sleeping so soundly, her breath light and her lips slightly ajar, he decided to stay at last.
He undid the buttons of his pyjamas one by one, revealing a body strong as a castle. He then lightly lifted the blanket, got into the bed and laid down. His nostrils filled with the sweet scent of the girl’s perfume. He reached for the girl’s face, touching it, so soft, so tender, and so perfect that there were no flaws at all.
His senses and control have finally deteriorated and collapsed at this moment, as he turned to cover the girl’s body, almost too eagerly kissed her on the lips. Her lips were so soft, like how he had imagined it, just like strawberry pudding.
Candice who was sleeping soundly pushed him away on instinct.
“It hurts, Robert, it hurts me…” The girl lay on the bed, her voice mewling like a kitten.
The man heard her tiny cries and his movements stiffened, but then he softened his movements, and lowered his strength. But yet he still held on tightly, never letting the girl to have the chance of rolling over.
This guy, they have been married for over a month and they had never slept together. She had worried if he had any hidden diseases, but it appears that she had thought too much about it. His arms and waist are so strong, that it was about to break her into pieces.
Finally…
The man finished everything.
Candice could not handle it, and had fallen asleep earlier.
Although the room was dark, the few drops of blood were obvious on the white sheets. The man’s eyes were turbulent with some emotion, as he reached for the blanket, covering the blood. The man then smoothed out the girl’s slightly frowning expression, and touched her slightly swollen lips. He leaned over wanting to kiss her again, but this time the kiss never happened. His senses told him that it was time to go.
It was dawn when Robert pushed the bedroom door open. The room still smelled of what happened last night. The woman was sleeping soundly on the bed, as soundly as before, never knowing that her husband had not returned for the whole night.
Robert changed into his pyjamas and got into bed. When he saw the small woman’s exposed collarbone and arms marked with green and purple marks, his heart beat differently. He uncontrollably reached over and touched those marks, his originally clear pupils looking dazed.
Candice’s eyes fluttered, as she slowly woke up from sleep. Seeing Robert who was sitting on the bed, she was suddenly red from face to neck, as she said quietly, “Husband, you’re awake.”