Feeling herself stripped off, Jasmine, who has never experienced it before, reaches out to stop him. "I,
I'm afraid...."
Above her, Pehry pauses. Under his messy hair, something incomprehensive is shining in his dark
eyes.
After a while, he spits out three words in a gravelly voice, "Afraid of me?"
Jasmine does not understand the meaning behind his words and just nods, "...a little."
He sneers.
It is almost inaudible that Jasmine is not sure whether he has sneered or not.
"Then, forget it." He takes a deep breath and is about to leave.
Somehow, Jasmine feels that if she pushes him away now, perhaps ... they will have no next time.
So, at such a midnight, in a space where there are only the two of them, she makes the boldest action
in her life.
She grabs Pehry's hand.
It is as if he doesn't expect her to take a move. The moment her fingertips touches him, Pehry freezes.
He tilts his face but does not look to her. Though he says nothing, Jasmine can feel his desire.
He needs someone to accompany him. It's urgent.
Jasmine takes a deep breath and slightly releases her grip on his hand. Her long eyelashes are like
two fans, fluttering.
Her heart is beating so wildly that it seems to be about to jump out. Her voice is trembling.
"I'm not afraid of you. I just don't have any experience...."
Her words dredge Pehry up from the icy cold seabed. Like a slow motion, he turns his head and looked
at her.
His gaze seemed to be asking, "Do you know what you're talking about?"
Jasmine usually can't see him through, but tonight, he exposes himself in front of her without any
scruples.
No words can fill the gap in his heart.
In his burning gaze, Jasmine reaches out and puts her arm around his neck, slowly approaches him.
She gently kisses on his soft lips. Her voice is low but determined, "I want to accompany you."
At the dark night, everything including his unbearable past, sinks into the swamp, muddy and dirty.
However, she asks nothing and just hands herself over to him with courage.
She says she wants to accompany him.
The condensed blood of Pehry instantly increased its flow, rushing from the soles of his feet to the top
of his head, from the edge of his lips to the tip of his heart.
When she says it, Pehry knows that he is doomed. He will definitely fall in love with this little girl. He
has no way out and willingly falls into her tenderness.
Even if he met immense dangers and difficulties, he will never turn around and let go of her.
But Jasmine only feels that the man who was dispirited suddenly refreshes himself. He holds her face
and kisses her again and again. He easily takes off her clothes, and her skin is exposed to the air.
Jasmine hugs him nervously.
At the same time, she calls him, "Pehry...."
"I'm here." The sweat drops on her chest from his forehead. A cluster of flame seems to have ignited in
his body, burning him to explode. Blue veins stand out on his temples. In spite of that, he is still
patiently guiding her.
Knowing that it is her first time, he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable.
The atmosphere in the room changed in a second. He has had countless women before, but never
before has he been like this.
He is excited, joyful, nervous and cautious.
The familiarity of her seems to have disappeared, and he is even in a hurry.
All of Jasmine's senses are guided by him. She can spare no time to think about other issues.
Emotions and desires push her to the deepest place.
"Pehry, Pehry...." Apart from calling his name in a low voice, Jasmine doesn't know what else to do.
That strange emotion wraps around her tightly and slowly turns itself into ambiguous groans.
"Be a good girl. I'm here. Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle." He wipes away the sweat from her temples. As
he speaks, he rips off the last cover of her.
Jasmine is extremely uneasy and keeps creeping into Pehry's arms. If it isn't in the dark, she may have
fainted on the spot in shame.
Feeling her nervous, Pehry does not have the slightest bit of impatience. He just slowly reclaims her
body that no one has ever stepped into.
"Be good. Relax...."
Jasmine also wants to relax, but she seems to be unable to do so. Every time he gets closer, she is so
nervous that she even forgets to breathe.
As time passes by, she can feel Pehry's endurance is on the edge. Before he erupts, Jasmine herself
can't stand it anymore.
She grits her teeth and makes up her mind. Flustered and weak as she is, she tells him firmly, "I'm
ready...."
Pehry never knows that the words in its intimacies can be so pleasant to hear. In the past, he has never
paid attention to it. It was purely a physiological need for him. But now, seeing the tears at the corner of
her eyes, he feels himself responsible.
To make a promise, Pehry bends over and kisses on her eyes. "Jasmine, I will be responsible for you."
Even though she is mentally prepared, the moment she truly becomes a woman, she still let out a
painful sob. Pehry's heart almost melts as he sees that she endures the pain for him.
Everything tonight is slowly smoothed out in it. The feeling of each other's existence makes him desire
for more.
Fortunately, he is patient enough to wait her to endure the dull pain, followed by a feeling that Jasmine
has never experienced before.
She couldn't help but hug his shoulder, with her fingernails sunk into his flesh. Pehry doesn't say
anything, but her appearance fills him.
She is better than all the beautiful things in the world, making him miss her so much that he can't take
his eyes off her.
In the end, Jasmine almost faints in his embrace. After all, it is her first time. Hence, Pehry restrains
himself and doesn't totally free himself.
Seeing her panting, he tightens his arms to hug her. His slender fingers push away the hair on her face.
He kisses on her forehead, "You are really mine."
Seeing that he is not gloomy anymore, Jasmine heaves a sigh of relief. She is indeed tired and her
body is sour, "As long as you are happy."
Pehry pauses. He doesn't expect that she is still caring about him. He feels as if he has been thrown
into a ball of cotton. Touched, he says, "Jasmine...."
Jasmine looks up to meet his affectionate gazes, "What's wrong?"
Pehry hugs her tightly, wishing he could hide her in his heart. He smiles, "You can't run away. You can
only stay with me for the rest of your life."
Jasmine also smiles. She nods and says, "Then I won't run."
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