The sensation was incredible and I didn't mind feeling him stretch my most sensitive spot. He then slipped a third finger in and I let out a deep growl. He continued to push in and out of me and my orgasm began building up quickly. I clutched his biceps and buried my head against his chest. After a few minutes, I felt the familiar tightening feeling inside my womb. I then felt myself release and my legs tightened as I began to shake uncontrollably. He continued to thrust in and out of me, slowly increasing his speed gradually, causing me to cry out in pain when he hit my most sensitive spot. Then he picked me up off the bed and carried me over to the bathroom where he set me down. A smile grew on his face as he pulled my hair behind my ears and kissed me tenderly. As soon as the water was poured into the tub, I lifted my hips so he could slide his length inside of me. He pushed his tip against me and I groaned softly. He then leaned forwards and began to fuck me hard in slow rhyth

I then glared at him as he strode past me and stormed into the bathroom. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists as I watched him. I could feel my anger rising inside me again. Why does he always blame me for everything?! And why won't he understand that I didn't do it on purpose! But I couldn't say any of that to him. No matter how much I wanted to scream at him and cry, I had to stay silent and accept everything he was putting me through. I turned away from the bathroom and walked back to our bedroom. As I opened the bedroom door I stopped dead in my tracks. Roman was standing in front of the mirror, staring at himself with a blank expression. He looked so broken and distraught that my heart ached for him."Didn't I tell you to go and shower before you came in here?" I scolded him gently.He flinched at my voice but didn't turn around."You're still mad at me?" he asked quietly."Of course I'm still mad at you," I snapped. "You lied to me. You told me that you didn't love me anym

"Do I look good enough?" he asked playfully.I rolled my eyes and placed a hand on his cheek lovingly."You look great, baby. Like always," I whispered.He wrapped both his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him."Thank you," he murmured.After a few seconds, he broke apart from me and took a step back."Let's go," he said smiling at me.When we arrived at the restaurant, we quickly settled into our seat, ordered drinks and food and talked. Of course, we didn't talk much about business. After all, what kind of boyfriend and girlfriend does that? Instead, we discussed anything and everything that came to our minds. From the things that we had done during the past week, to our plans for after the wedding. Even though I was aware that it was very early into the future, I couldn't help but feel excited to begin planning my wedding. Not only did I love Roman and I loved him so much, I was extremely happy that he was marrying me. And that made me happier still. I loved spending

Romano held my hand tight in comfort and tried to console me, telling me that everything will be alright. However, that didn't work for me, because I wasn't feeling any better.Our relationship was the one that we shared through thick and thin. Our relationship was the only thing that made us happy and now, when everything is over, all I want is to go back to the way we used to be. I wish everything could change and start fresh, with no more baggage. All I wished for was to get back in Romano's arms and kiss him again.I thought that if I would give up now, then maybe everything would turn back to normal.And I was right. The first thing that I did once Romano came home that night was to hold him tightly in my embrace, hoping that my touch would help him forget all those painful memories.However, it doesn't take long until Romano broke away from my hug.His face showed a broken expression, he looked completely devastated."You shouldn't have kissed me." He whispered, tears streaming

I spent more time in my room these days than ever and hardly came downstairs.When I got home from school or from work, Romano was nowhere to be found. In fact, he barely spoke to me during the whole week, he only looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face and never smiled at me unless he absolutely had to.I knew that I shouldn't be jealous of anyone, and that it was wrong to feel that way, but nevertheless I couldn't help it.Romano had already accepted that I was his wife, but I could tell that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea.I didn't blame him. I was still learning how to adjust to being married to him and I probably wouldn't be any good at it either.I had promised Romano that I would do my best to make him forget about his past and move forward, but every time he glanced in my direction, I could still feel his icy stare piercing through my soul.At night, whenever I tried to sleep, I'd lay awake on my bed, listening to the sounds coming from outside.An