[Why do you ask? Did you expect me to share this one with you as well?]
Isla blushed, regretting her bravery in asking her sister about her first night.
[Haha! Look at your reddened face, Young Lady... how cute. Very well, I shall indulge you and tell you how it went.]
***
Maybe because Isla decided to kiss him, he decided to start with another kiss as well.
It was a weird feeling of unfamiliarity... coupled with the unpleasant feeling of having someone this close to her, making her feel vulnerable in ways she wasn't used to.
He was so much bigger than she was. It felt like his body was everywhere. And then there was the way his hands were all over her skin, dominating her senses with the heat of them on her flesh.
The pressure of his palms against her bare breasts. His lips pressed hard enough to bruise hers. And then came his tongue...
His tongue slid into her mouth and invaded every part of her. Her breath hitched at the first touch, and she found herself leaning up against him—against his chest—as they kissed.
She had no choice but to be this close. He pulled her up to him with his strong arms as well.
Her hands slid down from where they'd been resting on his shoulders. The way his muscles bunched under her palms made her heart pound harder, but then he pulled back from their kiss, leaving her with an eerie emptiness.
Horrible anticipation. It was what she felt the moment he pulled back.
She wondered if it was finally time he would start to hurt her with his deeper touch. But no, surprisingly, it wasn't like that.
He pulled off his own shirt, revealing his sculpted muscular torso. It was something else to see how he moved, what he looked like without clothing on.
A bunch of scars and traces of old wounds scattered across his skin. They told stories of the times even before the war started. But whatever life he led that brought him to what he was today... It didn't concern her at all.
Even if there were stories where what he did was justified, Isla would never let it forgive him for what he had done to her and the innocents.
The man parted her legs, pushing her thighs apart until they were spread wide open. His expressionless face stared down at her, and for a bit, she thought of looking away.
But she didn't.
[You know how to let them know your hostility, and surprisingly, it is also how to let them see yourself bare and vulnerable.]
[But if you're not afraid of showing it, they'll know you're strong enough to lay yourself bare.]
[Don't ever lose eye contact with your enemies and lover. Let them know who you are.]
She saw a slight smirk. His stern lips tilted in a weirdly captivating way. It was true that she hated him with all of her beings, but it was also true that he was an appearance cut from the top of the others.
His gaze traveled lower, moving further down to the place where his fingers brushed along her folds. He dipped one finger inside her pussy, and she gasped out loud when she realized just how wet she already was.
"What a talented body," he whispered. "When your eyes only had resentment in them for me, your body reacted to my touch. It's impressive."
He stroked her clit while he watched her reactions. She couldn't comprehend that look in his eyes; she didn't know exactly what it meant.
That dark side of his nature that lurked beneath the surface—that was always visible to her... yet something else...
His other hand cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple tightly.
Isla cried out loudly, bucking up against his touch, unable to contain them anymore. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and thrust them in deeply.
He sighed. "Here... your womb is greeting me low and nicely."
She couldn't breathe through her gasps. Every thrust of his fingers made her want to scream louder and louder. She dug her nails into his arm, holding onto him as tight as possible.
She tried to think about everything else except for how good his fingers felt. Pain shot through her mind, cursing herself for how her body betrayed her for this monster’s touch...
This man who murdered her sister...
When she saw him again, forcing herself to look straight into his eyes, something weird happened. His mind wandered elsewhere as he felt her inside.
"Your hymen..."
He frowned as he stared into her eyes. He sighed, his smile spread alongside his interested gaze. "Princess... what a surprise."
The man went down on her; his eyes burned with a lascivious excitement.
"I thought you had lost your virginity with that beloved knight of yours. Guess our Princess is not as loose as I thought she would be---"
SLAP!
"Shut your mouth."
Isla sucked her tears from falling. How dare he...!
Sebastian erupted in a low, cold laugh. He wiped the blood from his lips which immediately dried and disappeared like it was never drawn from her hard slap.
"I thought your body reacts so nicely to me because you've already used to this kind of... entertainment."
"You disgust me!"
The next thing she knew, he grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her head back. He shoved himself inside her forcefully.
"Ah...!" Isla tried to bite her own tongue. Tears pooled in her eyes. Her entire world turned upside down, and she struggled to stay sane.
Blood stained the white sheets.