Page 27 of Forced Pregnant Bride

We danced as if we were the only two people in the room, the world around us blurring to nothing.

With every turn, with every press of our bodies, I felt my resolve slipping away. The music swelled, and so did that burst of heat hovering between us.

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Wedding day.??

After party night.??

Wedding night….

I swallowed, dispersing my mental checkbox with a hand on my chest as we stepped into the room together.Hisroom, which had now becomeours.

The guests were gone, the maids retired for the night, and the skies were pitch dark and starless outside. And it was just us. Two souls, in the middle of flickering scented candles, with rose petals decorated on their matrimonial bed, ready to mingle.

At leasthelooked ready.

I was just about frozen.

He turned his back to me, facing the window while his fingers moved over his buttons. Broad shoulders rolled under white fabric, and piece by piece, that once-taut fabric loosened over his skin. The shirt came off, and under the dim lighting, my gaze touched the visible stretch of firm muscles, skin, and ink climbing over one shoulder.

My pulse quickened.

How could he just walk in and prepare for this like it was an exam he had to take? Like there was really no time to waste?

I did a double-take.

Of course, he could. This had to be easy for him. A man like him had women worship the ground he walked on. He must’ve had many experiences, like a mighty king had many conquests. One after the other…and then he’d go again.

On the other hand, I had spent twenty-two years of my life soaked in the pool of family conquests. From loving two parents to having one, having none, and caring for my brother.

There was no time or space to accommodate anyone else besides the children I taught. There was no time to watch a man’s muscle flex or see what lay beneath his shirt or below his belt….

When he turned around, I was more conscious of the fact that I was still fully clothed.

Timur’s eyes were guarded, but he regarded me with a lifted brow of incredulity and unbelief. “Is your face blue?”

“I-I’m not entirely sure….”

“Are you panicking?”

Overwhelmed, I nodded frantically. I knew that I had accepted my fate, but knowing that I would be giving myself—yieldingto this man—filled me with an unspeakable need to breathe first.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between us, and reached for me, his fingers gently grazing my skin. A gaspescaped my lips as his touch reignited that flame that had set my body alight with desire on the dancefloor.

It had to be desire.

Why else would I immediately turn to a puddle in his arms?

His eyes bore deep into me, and he lowered his lips to mine. “Serena.” He said my name like he pronounced an exotic fruit.

My eyes dropped to his lips. “Y-Yes?”

“I want you to think of three things while we’re doing this—because we are fucking doing this, do you understand?” His jaw clenched, and I couldn’t decipher why he felt the sudden need to emphasize that he was going to devour me tonight.

Was he having second thoughts?

I didn’t know. I could barely read the man.

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