Chapter 2 A Wonderful Night

Debra's POV:

I raised my head and looked at the man in front of me in a trance.

His blond hair shone like sunshine in the winter, casting a warm and soothing glow that put people at ease. His handsome face seemed to have been chiseled by God himself, resembling an exquisite sculpture.

For some reason, Ivy became restless. She longed to get close to this mysterious man.

"Honey, get closer to him!" she shouted at me with unconcealed excitement.

I was confused, but I ignored Ivy's urging because I noticed the red wine stain on the man's clothes.

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry." I apologized to him immediately and staggered to the table, trying to find some tissue to wipe it for him.

"Don't worry about it." The man waved his hand dismissively. "The wedding is awful anyway."

"What? What makes you say that?" The man's words and frank attitude instantly aroused my curiosity.

Everyone was cheering for the happy couple, yet this man had the audacity to say that it was awful. Well, such harsh criticism was really surprising.

"Eduardo has bad taste," the man explained matter-of-factly. He looked at Marley, who was smiling brightly amidst the crowd. He took a sip of wine and continued, "He picked the wrong woman. Marley won't be a good Luna."

The roving spotlight briefly shone on the man, illuminating his sexy Adam's apple.

As he swallowed the red wine, his Adam's apple bobbed, and I couldn't help but stare at his collarbone peeking from the collar of his shirt.

My heart started to race, and I couldn't think straight.

"How do you know that?" I stared at him, trying to gauge him. "Did you ask her hand in marriage but she said no?"

The man chuckled and glanced at me as though I was an idiot. "How'd you manage to draw that conclusion? If I hadn't turned her down, she wouldn't have settled for Eduardo. If I said yes to her now, she'd drop everything and run away with me."

This man had turned Marley down?

Things were getting even more interesting.

Winning him over was kind of like defeating Marley.

Driven by the alcohol, I became bolder.

I looked him up and down and wrinkled my nose in feigned scrutiny. "Why? You're not that charming."

With his ego on the line, he narrowed his eyes at me and whispered, "Is that so?"

The next second, he pressed me against the wall with a glass of wine in one hand.

"Hmm..."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. His kiss was aggressive yet tender, which made me go limp in his arms.

He held my waist tightly and practically held me up. With him so close to me, his intoxicating scent overwhelmed me.

Now I understood why Ivy was so restless.

It was because this handsome stranger was intensely attractive. There was no doubt that he was my destined mate.

I couldn't help but respond to the man's advances and subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck.

The man suddenly stopped kissing me. He seemed to be surprised by my ardent response. I didn't know if he felt the same way I did about him.

But I didn't think too much about it because the bittersweet aftertaste of the kiss was making me dizzy and the friction between our bodies felt so good. I couldn't even remember when he took me back to the room.

The room wasn't lit, but the moonlight streamed in from the French windows, illuminating his body on top of mine.

"Don't move..."

The man kissed me and moved down to my neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. With one hand, he undressed me and threw my coat to the floor. Since he was holding the wine glass in one hand, it was a little difficult for him to take off my purple lace bra. But he was in no rush. He kissed my cleavage unhurriedly.

"Hmm..." I could feel an indescribable electric shock from where his lips touched my skin, making me very sensitive.

My legs acted on their own, wrapping themselves around the man's slender waist instinctively. Inexplicable desire consumed every fiber of my being.

Perhaps he could sense how much I wanted him, because he suddenly quickened his pace and took off my bra easily.

The next second, something cold dribbled onto my chest, making me scream in shock.

"Ah!"

He had poured the wine on my chest.

My scream was soon silenced by his violent kiss.

He pressed his lips against mine, sucking the air out of my lungs, and I could feel his hard cock pressed against my belly.

"Wait... The wine..."

Although it was all very exciting, the sticky feeling from the wine made me feel uncomfortable. I couldn't help but mumble, "Wipe it off first."

"Okay, babe," he whispered in my ear hoarsely. "I'll do it for you now."

Before I could understand what was happening, the man lowered his head and started licking the wine off my chest, making his way down to my belly. He rubbed my breast with one hand, and reached out to take off my skirt and underwear with the other. Without any scruples, he positioned his cock right in front of my private parts.

Under the pale moonlight, I could see his cock. It was huge and intimidating.

The man seemed to see the fear in my eyes because he suddenly asked, "You're still a virgin?"

I didn't answer his question directly. Instead, I whispered in a hoarse voice, "I'm a little scared."

"Don't be."

The man smiled. Without warning, he slipped three fingers into my vagina, which made me gasp in shock. Then he grabbed his huge penis and said, "You'll feel great, I promise."

He parted my legs and positioned his hands under my buttocks. Before entering, he reached up and covered my eyes with one hand.

"Ah!"

A wave of pain shot up from my crotch area, I could feel that I bled a little. The man seemed to notice this too, but he didn't stop. On the contrary, he looked very excited. He uncovered my eyes and started thrusting into me violently like a wild beast.

He was right. It did feel great.

I arched my back to let him come inside further. The strange pleasure was driving me crazy.

I didn't remember how long we did it. I only remember that we did it countless, on the sofa, in the bathtub, and on the table. We did it many times that he even started to take note of which postures I liked the most.

"Honey, let's do it the way you like it," he whispered in my ear while making love to me.

I didn't hear him clearly, but I nodded out of instinct. Led by him, I felt like a small boat in the sea, being tossed by the huge waves.