The Wedding Night-3

There was no way his thing could fit her down there. There has to be something wrong with the way they were doing things….

Marcella swallowed nervously. 

She should have listened to all those maids who used to talk about this in the corner of the Bolton castle. At Least a little bit of knowledge would have been sufficient.

"Yeah…." He replied but Marcella could see right through his nervous demeanor.

"Just trust me…," Zivan reassured.

Marcella nodded her head and closed her eyes.

Her hands rested on his bare shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist loosely.

Zivan took a deep breath and pushed himself inside.

''Aahhh,' his actions caused her pain.

Marcella's nails dug into his skin as her hand clutched his shoulders tightly.

The thrust made her tear apart her insides.

The pain was so much so that Marcella's eyes stung with tears.