My Virgin Husband Novels & Stories

Olivia was desperate to be touched, reaching to undo her clothing as his patience ached really terrible. “Are you sure about— “I’m not a virgin.” She breathed heavily, wrangling her shirt off, “Don’t treat me like I’m— “I didn’t mean it that way.” He smiled, “When was the last time you did it?” She frowned, “That’s invasive.” “I’m your husband and you’re mine. It’s invasive if I say so.” The old her would’ve spat in his face and kept it pushing. Instead she sighed, “I don’t know. A month or two before I met you.”

So i again try to move from him and this time he let me go and turne the side, facing his back to me. I wrapped the extra blanket on me and got up from the bed.I winched in pain between my legs and sit again on the bed. It feel like many needles pricking down there. I saw a red strain of blood on our white bedsheets, proving that my husband took my virginity while making love to me.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

I manage to stutter, “P-Please D-d-don’t touch me!” Even though he is my official husband now, only one person has the right to see or touch my private parts, my Santa! I can’t let anyone else ever! I will die before failing to protect my virginity for him! As for Ryan, he is so arrogant and rude that I am afraid he might even force his legal rights on me. He is the one who found me hidden in the beach and brought me home! He didn’t even care that I didn’t want to marry him; he just married me forcefully!

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

He needed to know . Leaning back down, ignoring my plea, he resumed sucking on one of my nipples, making me cry out while his hand continued its assault on my clit. He pressed his fingers at the opening of my pussy. “Oh, oh God!” He chuckled. “No, baby girl, I’m your husband.” He continued suckling and rubbing until I was a nearly unintelligible mess. “Ah . . . W-Weston,” I tried again. “I’m a . . . ung . . . a v-virgin.”

I couldn't ignore the chills it gave me. ' I'm twenty-seven years old. I got married to the Royal CEO of Steel Industries. It's unbelievable. But he has a castle somewhere in Dover. My husband is two years older than me, gorgeous, six feet tall, and muscular. He is the dream of every girl, but not mine. I wanted to be single and wanted to adopt two kids. I have no problem physically. I just don't wanna get married. Single life is a happy life. Someone ditched me in college. It created hate for all men. Our family has booked a honeymoon suite for us in a five-star hotel. My husband has booked another room, next to our suite's door. Not because he wanted some privacy. It's because he wants to

She also didn't expect to meet this man at THIS hotel. At this time, she was only with her husband in the room. Her husband was sitting on the messy bed, and she could also see her pink handbag on the bedside table not far from where the man was sitting. However, her attention had not been on her husband or her bag since she entered the room. Instead, she paid more attention to how the room smelled of sex. She was no longer a virgin, and sex was nothing new to her. That was why she could easily recognize the unusual scent in the room. The room smelled of sperm, and her heart raced as she imagined what had happened in the room last night.

"We are not going anywhere until you finish the breakfast." Charlotte had no reaction for his words. She was still occupied. This time Ian's chuckles were aloud. "Charlotte, I know what is disturbing you." She suddenly looked at him surprised and Ian only nodded to her. "We can get it checked at the local medical center, if you're still a virgin." He snickered in between the sentence. "You are the first girl I had seen who is bothered that her husband made love to her. Because no bride will be concerned about her virginity even in her drunken state when the person sleeping beside her is her husband."

That man had taken her virginity, and she had to call him her husband? After a few seconds of hesitation, Morticia finally compromised. She said gently, "Husband." Then, her delicate face reddened in shyness. She was extremely unwilling to call Darryl her husband, but she had no choice. She could not stay there for too long. The longer she waited, the more disadvantageous it would be to her. Darryl nodded with a smile; he felt happy. He did not expect the once arrogant and cold Fiend Martyr would be so shy. The way she called him husband was quite pleasant.