The Wedding Night

It was night time.

It was not until the guests had all dispersed that Ronald returned to the lovingly decorated wedding bedroom.

As a result, he saw his beautiful bride cowering in a corner of the bed, her body trembling slightly. She looked helpless, like a little beast abandoned by its mother in the jungle.

Her eyes were filled with a gaze that could not help but make one feel tender and loving.

Ronald walked in front of her. The bright red quilt and the pure white wedding dress made her skin so tender that water could be squeezed out. It was a fatal temptation.

Ronald pinched Irene's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

Irene looked at the man in front of her. This was the first time she looked directly at him. She was too flustered at the wedding and did not dare to open her eyes.

His tanned skin, deep eye sockets, and blue eyes seemed to suck her soul in. The bridge of his nose was high, and his lips were tightly pursed. Suddenly, she felt that the man in front of her was less murderous and more tender than the man she had met a few years ago.

She was stunned for a moment. She had actually forgotten to be afraid.

Seeing the fear in Irene's eyes turn into infatuation, Ronald's lips curved slightly. He reached behind her back and pulled the zipper all the way down. The white wedding dress instantly fell off.

Irene panicked. She wanted to reach out and pull the wedding dress to cover herself, but Ronald grabbed her wrist.

Ronald approached her and his lips were domineering as he kissed her. His thick and rough palm went through the wedding dress and grabbed her tender waist. Then, he pressed her down on the bed.

The temperature in the room instantly rose.

Ronald felt that the woman under him was trembling all the time. He just thought that she was shy.

He kissed from her lips to her neck. Irene was forced to raise her head. She could not defy his overwhelming power at all. She could only follow his orders obediently.

Irene listened as his breathing became heavier and heavier. Her entire body began to tingle.

Ronald could feel the changes in Irene's body. "You're starting to relax."

Irene felt extremely shy and turned her head.

Ronald's hand reached for the belt, ready to move forward.

At this moment, Irene had already woken up from the lustful atmosphere. Her eyes darkened, and her hand secretly reached under the pillow to touch the dagger that she had hidden beforehand.

At the critical moment, the door suddenly burst open from the outside.

Irene was so surprised that she quickly let go. Ronald's many years of military training had trained him to develop an extremely quick reaction time. He quickly got up and used the quilt to cover Irene, who was a mess.

He then buckled the loose belt back with one hand.

"What's the matter?"

The soldier felt that Ronald's voice was so dark that it sounded like he wanted to kill someone, but he could only muster up his courage and whispered a few words into Ronald's ear.

When Ronald heard this, his brows furrowed slightly. "Mm, you go to the military camp first. I'll be right there."

After the soldier left, Ronald once again lay on Irene's body and whispered into her ear. His voice was extremely hoarse due to the pressure. "Madam, I know that you're not ready yet. It's all right. I'll wait for you."

Irene felt a huge weight lifted off her heart. She originally thought that Ronald would leave just like that, but she did not expect him to lift the quilt and kiss her snow-white chest. "It's very sweet."

Irene was so embarrassed that she turned over and lay under the quilt. Wasn't this general a killer?

Why did he say things that made her body tingle?

When she looked up from the quilt again, Ronald had already left the room with the soldier. He closed the door gently.

Irene hugged the quilt and thought about what had just happened. She buried her head in the quilt, her face burning.