Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 156

Mikayla's soft hair cascaded down, wiping off her light makeup, leaving her bare face looking fresh and pure.

Standing tall, her figure was enough to lure anyone with just one look. "Hey, hold up!" Carlos shouted, swerving

around Mikayla before disappearing into the bathroom.

Sounds of splashing water reverberated from within as Mikayla waited anxiously in the room, clueless about

what pose to strike or what move to make. The longer the wait, the quicker her heart raced, her mind drifting

into unknown territories.

Maybe it was the room's AC or the steamy shower she just had, Mikayla felt uncomfortably warm. She yanked on

a soft blanket, burrowing under it, even covering her head, attempting to rein in her wandering thoughts.

Despite her strength at work, in moments like these, she acknowledged her vulnerability as a woman. Then she

heard the bathroom door creaked open.

Peeking out from under the blanket, Mikayla spotted Carlos in a snug black robe, his rugged physique on full

display, boasting a sturdy chest. Instead of fair skin, Carlos flaunted a coveted tanned complexion, towering at

6'2" with cropped blonde hair still dripping water, framing his chiseled face as his eyes stayed locked on her.

Carlos strode over to the bedside with deliberate steps. Right before settling in, he switched off the blaring

crystal chandelier, leaving only a soft nightlight.

Bathed in the warm golden glow, Mikayla's beauty and fair skin shone, almost exposing her tiny pores. Her deep

blue eyes glistened seductively. Mikayla possessed a natural elegance, with chilly yet enticing features that

captivated anyone who glanced her way, him included.

Creating a gentle breeze, Carlos lifted the other end of the blanket. At that moment, Mikayla felt like she would

get what she wanted soon.

"Hey, Mika!" he whispered softly. Carlos drew closer to Mikayla, lifting the blanket. Draped in loose sleepwear,

Mikayla's graceful silhouette remained visible, showcasing her elegant neck, delicate collarbones, perfect skin,

and enchanting eyes.

Mikayla represented everything women craved. Yet, there were marks scattered across her neck, remnants of his

impulsive moves the night before. Those marks seemed to beckon him. It was uncommon for Mikayla to be this

agreeable, nibbling her lip and staying hushed.

His warm fingertips grazed her lips, prompting her teeth to let go, a white ring left on her pink bud. "Mika, quit

biting! That's mine-only | can do that!" In a flash, he leaned closer, his long arms embracing her soft form. They

inched nearer, close enough to hear each other's frantic heartbeats. Their lips met, hungry and relentless, each

kiss leaving him wanting more.

Mikayla withstood his intense kisses, swift and fervent, leaving her dazed, resigned to going along. His grip held

her waist firmly, no escape in sight. Her lips slightly parted, moist and plump.

Carlos's lips drew close once more, almost touching hers. His warm breath brushed her face, coloring her cheeks

crimson. "Mika, you smell amazing!" His gaze tender and his voice caressing, stirring emotions unintentionally.

He breathed her in, not a make-up scent, but a natural, comforting aroma she carried.

"Carlos!" Her voice soft. Watching his handsface inch closer, her breath hitched. Close as they were,

garments notwithstanding, the heat becunbearable.

"Hmm?" His husky tone replied, his anticipation evident. He wanted to enjoy her, like now.

His allure caused her heart to race uncontrollably, soft murmurs escaping her.

Clothes flung onto the bed. The room heated up.

"Ouch! Carlos..." The man actually used his teeth to nibble her cheek. She predicted he'd leave bite marks on

her face.

"Mika, you ready?" His voice laced with a strange charm.

Tension crackled, the ambiguous air hitting its peak.

Mikayla was ready to nod in agreement, but suddenly pushed him away, snagged sclothing from the bed,

draped it over herself, and stormed into the bathroom.

Poor Carlos was caught off guard, only hearing the bathroom door shut. He wondered what went wrong.

Everything was smooth just moments ago.

Seated on the toilet, face flushed, Mikayla breathed delicately. Annoyed, she stared at her stomach. Just as she

gave him the go-ahead, a sudden ache hit. This familiar feeling cropped up monthly at this exact time.

Enthralled by the man, she'd lost track of time. This time, it wasn't her fault at all. She was on her period.

Love

After sorting herself out with a pad, Mikayla's breathing steadied, realizing she was still draped in Carlos's

bathrobe, drenched in his manly scent. She walked out of the bathroom and glanced at the man lying on the bed

outside, his smoldering eyes brimming with desire, blanket barely covering his waist, unveiling his chiseled

chest. The she heard he say, "Mika, get over here."

A smirk tugged at Mikayla's lips. "Carlos!" She was wondering how he would reckon after hearing her next words.

She bet maybe he might keel

over because she knew that he'd likely been waiting all day for this.

QUMS

"Yeah?" His voice hung in the air.

"My period's here!"

His faint smile vanished, lips pressing tightly.

Despite the room's warm AC blowing, Mikayla felt a chill down her spine. "Carlos?" she inquired, concerned.

Carlos tossed off the covers, striding into the bathroom.

As he rose, Mikayla instinctively shut her eyes. Just moments ago, they were skin-to-skin beneath the sheets.

Sure, she'd seen glossy male model chests on magazine covers, but she preferred Carlos this way. Slipping into

her PJs, Mikayla settled on the bed. Tonight, things wouldn't go any further. Yet, she worried a tad about Carlos's

well-being. Word was, holding it in too long could make guys sick.