Sandra stared at Lukas sharply while hugging herself, now clad only in a bathrobe. She kept avoiding his gaze after they had just finished showering together.
It was three in the morning. Who knew how long they'd… done it. Yes, exactly what you're thinking.
"We're husband and wife, aren't we? Why are you looking at me like I'm some evil rapist?" Lukas asked casually.
"You're a brute!"
"I didn't force you," Lukas replied hoarsely. "You were the one asking for more."
"No, I wasn't!" Sandra covered her ears.
"Who kept screaming 'more, more'? I was just following your orders!"
"Pervert!" Sandra began hitting him with a pillow while screaming her lungs out.
Lukas could only chuckle and take whatever Sandra dished out. Somehow, all his pain had disappeared. Truly, for a man, the best medicine wasn't a doctor.
"It's already late. Don't waste your energy," Lukas pulled her into a loving hug.
"We are married after all. What's wrong with doing that?" Lukas gently stroked the top of her head, carefully fixing her damp hair.
"Sure, you only say that when you're horny. You treat me like I'm some escort!"
"Sandra, no one thinks of you that way."
"Oh, really?"
Lukas hugged her from behind as she turned away and sobbed.
"San, maybe we still need time. Maybe we don't love each other yet. But this marriage is real, right? I'm just trying to accept it." Lukas kissed her neck gently. "Let's just try to live it," he continued softly.
"After openly choosing Kayla earlier, how dare you say something like that?" Sandra tried pulling away again.
"I've tried breaking up with her, but it's not that simple."
"Screw that!"
The room fell into silence again. Lukas got out of bed and helped Sandra up. He pulled a hairdryer from the drawer and began drying her long, wet hair.
"They'll change the sheets soon. Let me dry your hair first."
Sandra stayed quiet, her lips pouting. Her face flushed red, and she didn't dare look at Lukas after everything they'd done—consciously done.
Lukas had pressed into her with care, drawing soft moans from her with every thrust. Every deep motion brought both pain and pleasure. Her arms had wrapped around his back as her body reacted in ways she never expected.
"Lukas…"
"Yeah!"
"More…"
"You liked it?" Lukas kissed her cheek with renewed intensity.
Sandra shook her head, trying to erase the vivid memory of what they had just experienced. It was too embarrassing.
"Let's move," Lukas said, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and began rinsing their bodies.
And there, Lukas resumed their activity. It became Sandra's new and wildly intense first experience.
"Got addicted?" Her flashback snapped when Lukas whispered into her ear, "Which part are you remembering right now?"
He lifted her again and brought her back to bed. "Tell me, I'm ready for a replay!" he teased, giving her breast a playful squeeze.
"Lukas!" Sandra shouted, hitting him again while he laughed heartily.
"Don't be shy, Sandra."
"Stop teasing me!" she yelled, eyes reddening from frustration. Yes, she was embarrassed—very embarrassed. That had been her first time, and even talking about it was still taboo for her.
"Don't be shy. We've done everything. Tried every position!" he grinned devilishly. "Want to do the one from behind again, like in the bathroom?"
Sandra yanked his hair and hit him relentlessly. Lukas really was infuriating.
"You've got strength, huh? Beating people up even after hours of action."
"Lukas!"
Lukas chuckled and kissed her lips, then wiped her tears. He stared at the adorable woman with a smile that was hard to read.
"I like this new you," he said softly, brushing her cheek. "I don't know what changed you, but I like the you now."
Sandra fell silent, her heart stirred by the sincerity in his smile. Did he mean it? Could it be that Lukas was falling in love with her—Alana?
"I'm different?"
"I don't know. It's hard to explain," he replied, just as a knock came from the door.
"Wait on the couch. I'll direct the cleaning staff." Lukas kissed her cheek gently.
Sandra quietly walked to the couch and sat, watching her handsome husband oversee the housekeepers tidying up.
There was no denying Lukas was handsome. His toned muscles made him look incredibly sexy. Sandra gulped, remembering how that strong body had pinned her down for hours.
"Don't think dirty, Sandra!" she slapped her own forehead. "Lukas has corrupted my pure brain!" she groaned, hitting her head even harder.
Lukas laughed from across the room, clearly amused. She must've been thinking about what had just happened. He decided he'd invite her more often now. His pervy plans were coming together nicely.
After tipping the housekeepers, Lukas closed and locked the door. He walked toward Sandra, who was talking to herself, and suddenly pinned her down on the couch.
"What's this mess? Your hair's all over the place," Lukas kissed her forehead and stroked her hair.
"You've fried my brain!"
"Oh yeah?" Lukas laughed, hugging her on the couch. "Tell me, which part of your brain did I break?"
"All of it!"
"Was it me who broke it, or you who had dirty thoughts?"
"I didn't think anything!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes!"
"Then why were you muttering and messing up your own hair? If you want more, just say so. Don't be shy!"
"Your brain's the one that's broken!" Sandra shouted, getting even more frustrated.
"Well, it's normal. We've only done it twice since we got married. As a normal adult male, I need at least five times a day!"
"Ugh! Go ask Kayla then!"
"Ssshhh, not allowed." Lukas shook his head.
"Are you one of those sex-after-marriage types? Pfft! I don't believe your smooth talk."
Lukas flicked her nose, leaning closer.
"Do I not look like a decent man?"
"No! You're a jerk!" Sandra pinched his side until he yelped, then went to bed and pulled the blanket over herself.
"You sleep over there!"
"What else do we have to avoid?" Lukas ran over and lay down beside her despite her protests.
"I said no!"
"Don't be fake. My hugs are comfy."
"No, Lukas!"
"Stop moving or we'll go for round three." Lukas teased. "I'm good either way."
"Don't cross the pillow boundary…"
"Hug me and close your eyes. That's your only choice." Lukas stretched out his arm.
Sandra pinched his side again, then finally gave in and curled into his embrace. She was too sleepy to argue anymore.
She smiled faintly as Lukas held her close. Would their relationship always be like this? Would Lukas leave Kayla for her?
"Sleep," Lukas whispered, rubbing her back gently. Sandra's smile widened. She was truly happy tonight.
She hoped this wasn't just a one-night thing. That their relationship would stay warm and happy forever. Over time, she had grown to like him. Sandra had fallen in love.
"No funny business," she warned, slapping his hand when he groped her butt.
"What? I was just patting you to help you sleep."
"You're taking advantage!"
"It's comfy," Lukas shrugged. Sandra said nothing more.
"Good night, Sandra. Sorry for making you cry today."
"Why…?"
"Don't answer. Just sleep. I don't have the answers to your questions yet. But I promise, I'll find them soon." he whispered softly.