Heart Of Ice - Athos Mazza
l
out of this noise?" That questi
foreign languages. For the first time in my family, a woman had a degree a
nd rigid family and went out to celebrate with my classmates. In my
r our third dance, came the invitation. What can I say? I was too caught up in those little kisses on my neck and his breath that insisted on warming my skin. The way he sucked in my scent, rubbing the tip of his nose down my throat and
ething that frightened me. However, I must admit that I really wanted to feel his more intimate touch on me. However, there w
d moments later, I stood at the doors of a luxurious hotel room, with a refinement that would astonish any simple young woman like me, and they opened to me. However, I had no tim
erything inside me was in chaos. My breath weighed heavily in my chest where my heart beat hardened, fiercely pounding i
to melt like the lava of an erupting volcano, such was the fire igniting within me. "Oh!" My sounds grew louder, almost scan
usting himself inside me. A discomforting burning sensation immediately seized me, and I held my breath in search of relief from my pain. Amidst my heavy eyeli
seemed, I longed for more of his promiscuity. "Yes, I am!" I whispered softly
g me a captive of his most insane desires, and he shook
lving deeper into me. In the act, he covered my mouth with his, increasing his
d when I felt like I was going to break into a thousand pieces, he stopped the pu
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xt mor
omfortable with the brightness coming from outside. With
ediately engulfed me, and
May my parents never find out about it. I pray, letting out another br
I feel f
ing anything from him. However, the feel
sake, Ollie, w
ister's message and smil
I'll tell you everyt
m the floor, dressed in haste, an
he habit of waking up early and going to church. So, I h
y through the streets of the middle-class neighbo
my parents walked in accompanied by Edie, a family friend. " Go to the bathroom and get rid of those clothes and make
ter? " I heard Mom ask as soo
r room. I got rid of my clothes and took a qui
er voice. " See, Edie, isn't she lovely? " I glanced quick
in, my mother. She is the matchmaker here in the neighborhood and has already
ed guys around here, and any girl would do anything just
te. In the eyes of the heads of these families, women shoul
is out of
l work and foreign languages hidden from my father. After all, I dream of getting a job to b
Mom asks with a singular cordiality, and before obeying her, I
ly on me. How talented, obedient, a good daughter, and
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hours
thinking of pulling them away, but he continues. "I was talking to your father earlier. You're already twenty-two and it's time for you to get marrie
I think, determined
born to be just a housewife and
rents for permis
t I... I'm not ready t
e for long because I want to marry you as soon as po
and didn't wait for his response, simply ran and entered the house, finding a