My eyes widened.
"I've never…"
But of course he knew that already.
His lips collided with mine and my palms came up against his chest, but I didn't push him away. His tongue teased my lips, demanding entrance.
So I gave in and hesitantly touched my tongue to his. I wasn't sure what to do and looked at his wide eyed, but he took lead, as his tongue and lips ravished my mouth.
And it was strange that I allowing that sort of intimacy, but it wasn't unpleasant.
As I lost track of time as he kissed me, demanding and possessive, his hand warm against my cheek. His stubble rubbed against my lips and skin, but the friction made me tingle instead that it bothered me. I could feel the restrained strength as his body pressed against me.
Eventually he pulled back, eyes dark with desire. I shivered, not only from fear.
Insistent knocking sounded and he swung his legs out of bed and stood.
So I sucked in a breath at the sight of the bulge in his briefs.
He smirked.
"A man is supposed to have a boner when he wakes up beside his bride, don't you think? They want a show, they'll get a show." He nodded toward the bathroom.
"Now go and grab a bathrobe."
I quickly leaped out of bed with its stained bedsheet and hurried into the bathroom where I grabbed the long white satin bathrobe and put it over my nightgown before I picked up the remnants of my dress that I'd dropped last night.
When I stepped back into the bedroom, I watched he putting his gun and knife holster on over his naked chest, another knife strap with a longer hunting knife onto his forearm covering the small cut, and reposition his stiffness so it was even more obvious.
My cheeks hot, I moved further into the room and threw the corset down beside my ruined wedding dress.
Fu Shao was a magnificent sight with his tall frame, muscles and holster, not to mention the bulge in his pants.
A hint of curiosity filled me.
How did he look without the pants?
I leaned against the wall beside the window and wrapped an arm around myself, suddenly worried that someone would realize will hadn't slept with me.
These were all married women.
Would they see something wasn't right?
I braced myself when he opened the door wide, standing before the gathered women in all his half-naked glory.
There were gasps, giggles and even a few muttered words, which might have been prayers or curses, they were spoken too fast and quiet for me to hear. I had to stifle a snort.
"We've come to collect the sheets," Lady Rara stepmother said in what was barely hidden glee.
He stepped back, opening the door wider.
At once few ladies were stepped in, and their eyes darting to the bed and the stain directly and after that they turned to me.
Sure, I'm aware that my face was red like a cherry, even though I knew the truth that wasn't my blood on the sheets.