The CEO’s Billion Dollar Bride
Chapter 172 - 153. The so-called teasing in the bridal chamber

Chapter 172: 153. The so-called teasing in the bridal chamber

With a torrent of mixed feelings in her heart, Ivy stared at him blankly, unable to find a suitable word to say for a moment.

This made Michael panic a little, so he quickly raised his hand and swore, "Wife, I swear, every word I say is true. If I deceive you, let..."

Before Ivy could cover his mouth, the latter half of his oath blurted out, "Let my penis fail me for the rest of my life and be devoid of sexual pleasure!"

Ivy: "..."

What a big oath!

Such serious consequences, yet for some reason Ivy felt like she was the one at a loss!

"Pfft!" Eventually, Ivy couldn’t help but laugh out loud, "Michael Gordon, what kind of ridiculous oath is that? If your penis fails, it’s me who will be devoid of pleasure, not you. How would you even know what sexual pleasure is if you can’t get it up?"

This man really could say anything without fear of embarrassment!

Michael: "..."

Now it was his turn to be speechless. He had considered a million different reactions Ivy might have, including her scolding him as a hooligan or shameless, but he never expected this answer!

This woman, she was always so unpredictable, and he could never really grasp what was on her mind!

No wonder she was Michael Gordon’s wife!

Strong-willed, daring, and able to hold her own against him!

After a moment, Michael belatedly realized the meaning behind her words, and casting a wicked smile at her, he rolled on top of her again, propping himself up. His low chuckle seemed to spill from his throat, "Don’t worry, even if I don’t have my own pleasure, I will make sure you feel pleasure. Want to try it now?"

Ivy: "..."

There was really no communicating with this man!

As Ivy thought this, the buttons on her lightweight sweater had already been quietly picked open by him. Before she could react, his large hand slipped inside her clothing.

His broad palm carried the heat of a man, gliding over her skin. Immediately after, he lowered his head to kiss her forehead, then moved from her forehead to her eyes, cheeks, and finally to her chin. Just as his kiss landed on her lips...

Ivy came to her senses, pushed his hand away from her chest, and spoke in a hoarse, disheveled breath, "Stop, my body is not in good condition right now!"

With her body in this semi-disabled state, it would only be more tiring for both of them!

"Don’t worry, I’ll be very careful!" Michael’s flushed eyes stared intently at her burning cheeks, his hoarse voice revealing a man’s restraint. Meeting Ivy’s evasive gaze, the color in his eyes deepened, "Were you scared by last time? I promise it won’t be that way this time, I’ll be very gentle!"

As he spoke, Michael leaned down to kiss her lips comforting her. Catching the glimpse of panic in her eyes, he instinctively thought it was due to the fear from that night six years ago. He couldn’t remember it, but Ivy said that he had forced himself on her!

So, he automatically assumed that the experience must have been terrible for her!

Watching Ivy’s unnatural expression, Michael hesitated, then continued, "I’m sorry, I was wrong last time. This time it won’t be like that. We’ll take it slow, make sure to have enough foreplay, and not be scared, okay?"

Michael’s deep, magnetic voice seemed to coax her, the gentleness of it seeping into her very marrow. Ivy, who had always been unfeeling and loveless, found her heart fiercely pounded open.

The next moment, tears filled with emotion welled up in her eyes, falling drop by drop down her cheeks, soaking into the faint smile on her lips. People say that you can’t smile when you’re crying!

But this time, she laughed as she cried, her eyes on the man above her!

It’s said that men can be gentlemen at any time, except on the bed. You shouldn’t expect a man to be a gentleman on the bed because that’s where his beastly nature should be!

Especially for someone like Michael, who is not a gentleman even off the bed, Ivy never expected him to be gentle on the bed, yet he proved to be even gentler than a gentleman!

Madeline (Sienna Harrison) once said that you can tell if a man loves you by how he treats you in bed, because only there can you know if you’re more important than his physical needs!

At that time, Ivy scoffed at Madeline (Sienna Harrison), a woman who hadn’t even had sex, for her audacity. But now she seemed to understand a little, as she looked at the man on top of her, perspiring profusely, and the bulging veins on his forehead...

Suddenly, Ivy believed that this man married her truly wanting to make it up to her. Even if it wasn’t love yet, at least she was now more important to him than his physical needs.

This realization filled her lonely soul with a sense of being cherished, and her tears flowed more and more...

"Be good, don’t cry anymore. If you’re scared, we don’t have to do it!"

Michael was startled by her sudden and increasingly fierce tears. He stiffened for a moment, then leaned down to kiss away the teardrops at the corner of her eyes, comforting her as he apologized, "I’m sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have pushed you like this. It’s my fault, I’m a scoundrel. Don’t cry, I promise I won’t touch you..."

The rest of his words were a repetition as he gently kissed away the tears from her eyes, apologizing and feeling remorseful. He was indeed a scoundrel - he forced himself on her once when he wasn’t aware, and now he wanted their first night together when she was injured!

He was truly a goddamn scoundrel!

Acting on his lower half’s whim perhaps?

Thinking this, Michael cursed to himself!

As he looked at Ivy, his gaze seemed to be filled with a touch of sorrowful apology, which made her heart clench. She felt like she must have abused him somehow.

Truth be told, he hadn’t done anything wrong!

They were already registered, already a legal couple!

They should be consummating their marriage tonight, and there’s no reason to refuse him. After all, he was patient by holding her every night in the hospital, which was already tormenting!

Now that she was still rejecting him, she couldn’t help but feel that it was a bit unreasonable. Ivy even wonders if she was going too far.

"Michael, I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have..." before she could finish with "...rejected you," her mouth was gently covered by Michael.

"You don’t have to apologize to me. It’s my fault!" Michael said as he rolled off her and carefully checked her body, asking her if there was any discomfort. Only when he confirmed that there were no issues did he let out a sigh of relief and gently embraced her, "As long as you heal by my side, I can wait for this. Wait for the day when you willingly give yourself to me."

Ivy: "..."

So she wasn’t willing today?

It seemed that she didn’t really mean that!