As the zip slid down to the end just below her bra line, Boma felt a rush of vulnerability overwhelm her.She was overcome with desire but also conflicting emotions. She did not want to have sex with him to hurt him for being controlling.Knowing him, he was determined to consumate the marriage and he had said as much. But tonight she wanted to be the one in control and she must stand her ground.His fingers left her zipper and traveled ever so softly to the hands of her dress. He tugged them to their sides and she felt the material drop to her waist, exposing her bosom in the sheer red lingerie top that encased her pert breasts."I'm glad you wore it for me." He said. "It looks astonishing on your beautiful body. Makes me curious to see the matching one beneath your beautiful curves."He had bought her the undies and told her to wear it on their wedding day. He wanted to have fun uncovering it, he shamelessly told her in the note that came with the dress which had been delivered at

Donovan released his hold over her hand. He had sensed her resistance. He could still recall her protests in the car. Hence her words didn't come as much of a surprise. Still, they sparked a fierce anger in him. Her eyes widened in further panic as his lashes narrowed at her and his jaw tightened. Amidst his turbulent emotions, he struggled, managing to contain himself, reminding himself that this was their wedding night. He wanted nothing but good memories. He was prepared to take responsibility for their happiness. The air in the room thickened as he processed her words. As if by a miracle, his angry demeanor quickly began to subside as he considered that she had her reasons and he was ready to hear her out. "Why a year?" he asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and faintly subsiding fury. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken tension as they navigated this uncharted territory in their newlywed relationship. Boma was afraid he would explode in anger but n

His demeanor had softened to a gentleness she was glad to see. "I'm ready to lead us to that beautiful place." He said. "Don't be afraid, okay?" She nodded. He held himself up on one hand while using the other to guide himself closer to her entrance, attempting to find the perfect angle for penetration. He felt her tense up as he pressed the tip against her, and looked down into her eyes as she stared right back at him curiously yet stiffly, as though she was expecting only pain. "Try your best to relax, Sweetheart, I am not about to kill you. Take a deep breath for me, okay, baby? Let go of that tension." Boma nodded, exhaling shakily as she relaxed her muscles, and Donovan put just enough pressure against her that he began to slowly sink into her warm, tight channel. "Spread your legs further for me baby." He said and as she obeyed, he got the first inch or thereabout inside. She gritted her teeth together as she began to feel some discomfort coming from his entry spot. "Bear

Boma's gaze met the imposing figure before her, a man whose scrutinizing eyes seemed to delve into the depths of her soul. The room hung heavy with tension as he demanded an explanation. "What is he talking about?" His voice thundered, filling the room with an intensity that demanded attention. Summoning courage, Boma spoke, her words laced with a mixture of trepidation and determination. "I'm a student. Pregnancy will have a significant impact on my studies, so we decided..." "We?" His interruption was explosive, his accusatory gaze now fixated on Donovan, who was now being a silent pillar of support. "We are students," Donovan asserted, his voice carrying a firm resolve. "Pregnancy would undoubtedly distract us during this crucial time." Ronald's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized them both, an unsettling storm brewing within him. "What then is the point of a marriage? You both should have just waited until your graduation." He rose in anger. "I need to see you privately at

99 Following the information, Boma desperately sought a solution. The lunchtime rendezvous took place in the quaint restaurant. Donovan had chosen a discreet corner, perhaps to ensure privacy or maybe to shield their conversation from members of his fraternity. As Boma joined him at the table, the low hum of conversations and clinking cutlery surrounded them. Despite the seemingly casual setting, Donovan wasted no time reiterating his former declaration. "I hope you heard what I said before I left the car," he stated, his eyes searching hers as if for a daring reaction. He was fully prepared to counter such. Boma, acutely aware of the eyes of other diners, nodded solemnly. "But, I hope we don't have to...to do anything" she inquired, her voice hushed to match the private nature of their conversation. Donovan leaned in, his words measured, "Get it into your head that I've reconsidered things. Grandpa Ronald made some compelling arguments, and I believe it's time for us to star