Her kiss was warm, unlike her iced gaze that engulfed him. He knew it was wrong. He loved his
wife, but there was something about this woman..... something wild and uninhibited. She was
sheer desire.
His fingers tangled in her curly, deep red hair. His unwillingness and hesitancy
became lost as his kiss intensified.
The betrayal and what-if's disappeared and he was lost to the
enchantment, the lust, the ravenous kiss, the curve of her body, the tightness of her ass as his
hands engulfed it.
The curve of her neck, the tautness of her creamy, soft skin as his mouth
covered it, allowing the tip of his tongue to explore, taste and consume her physically as she had
consumed his entire being mentally.
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