Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 156

Mikayla's soft hair cascaded down, wiping off her light makeup, leaving her bare face looking fresh and pure. Standing tall, her figure was enough to lure anyone with just one look. "Hey, hold up!" Carlos shouted, swerving around Mikayla before disappearing into the bathroom.

Sounds of splashing water reverberated from within as Mikayla waited anxiously in the room, clueless about what pose to strike or what move to make. The longer the wait, the quicker her heart raced, her mind drifting into unknown territories.

Maybe it was the room's AC or the steamy shower she just had, Mikayla felt uncomfortably warm. She yanked on a soft blanket, burrowing under it, even covering her head, attempting to rein in her wandering thoughts. Despite her strength at work, in moments like these, she acknowledged her vulnerability as a woman. Then she heard the bathroom door creaked open.

Peeking out from under the blanket, Mikayla spotted Carlos in a snug black robe, his rugged physique on full display, boasting a sturdy chest. Instead of fair skin, Carlos flaunted a coveted tanned complexion, towering at 6'2" with cropped blonde hair still dripping water, framing his chiseled face as his eyes stayed locked on her.

Carlos strode over to the bedside with deliberate steps. Right before settling in, he switched off the blaring crystal chandelier, leaving only a soft nightlight.

Bathed in the warm golden glow, Mikayla's beauty and fair skin shone, almost exposing her tiny pores. Her deep blue eyes glistened seductively. Mikayla possessed a natural elegance, with chilly yet enticing features that captivated anyone who glanced her way, him included.

Creating a gentle breeze, Carlos lifted the other end of the blanket. At that moment, Mikayla felt like she would get what she wanted soon.

"Hey, Mika!" he whispered softly. Carlos drew closer to Mikayla, lifting the blanket. Draped in loose sleepwear, Mikayla's graceful silhouette remained visible, showcasing her elegant neck, delicate collarbones, perfect skin, and enchanting eyes.

Mikayla represented everything women craved. Yet, there were marks scattered across her neck, remnants of his impulsive moves the night before. Those marks seemed to beckon him. It was uncommon for Mikayla to be this agreeable, nibbling her lip and staying hushed.

"Mika, quit biting! That's mine-only I can do that!" In a flash, he leaned closer, his

to going along. His grip held her waist firmly, no escape in sight. Her lips slightly parted, moist

His gaze tender and his voice caressing, stirring emotions unintentionally. He breathed her

face inch closer, her breath hitched. Close as they were, garments notwithstanding, the

his anticipation evident.

caused her heart to race uncontrollably,

onto the bed.

used his teeth to nibble her cheek. She predicted he'd leave bite marks

you ready?" His voice laced with a

the ambiguous air hitting

in agreement, but suddenly pushed him away, snagged some clothing from the bed, draped it over herself, and

caught off guard, only hearing the bathroom door shut. He wondered

go-ahead, a sudden ache hit. This familiar feeling cropped up monthly at this exact

Love

drenched in his manly scent. She walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the man lying on the bed outside, his smoldering eyes brimming with desire, blanket barely covering his waist, unveiling his chiseled chest. The she heard he

how he would reckon after hearing her next words.