His hands are on me, his breath hot on my neck. Our costumes are gone now, identities exposed, and when I turn to look I realize the mistake that I’ve made.
It was a masquerade of sorts. Dress up nice and pretend to be someone else. I got the chance to be a confident and desirable woman for once in my life. I was going to make the most of tonight.
He isn’t my husband, but worse he’s my husband’s enemy. The man who has made his life miserable is the man whose hands have been all over me, whose lips have been driving me to heights that I haven’t felt in years.
It’s rare that I get the chance to look this good. Rare that I draw attention as I walk through a room. The glances that men have been giving me have been playing havoc with my head all night. I need satisfaction.
How can something this wrong feel so right? How can I be in his arms while my husband searches for me and not have a care in the world? How can I give myself to this man again and again, knowing that I’m betraying my vows?
It’s pure and driven desire. It’s carnal. It’s wrong.
I don’t want it to end.
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“Look at you,” he said, a mocking tone in his voice, “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a woman as beautiful as you quite so desperate before. Begging me to come up here. To fuck you. To put a baby in you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I moaned, “Oh god yes.”
“You want me to have you? You want me to use you? You want me to cum deep inside of you? To fill you with every drop of seed I have in me?”
I was shaking now, my hands clenching. Everything in me was telling me there was something that I was missing but the desire within me was screaming out to ignore it, to recognize that I’d never felt like this before and if I missed out on this opportunity I’d never be able to get it back.
“Every drop. Every last one.”
His grip on my neck tightened ever so slightly and his other hand found my body, tracing a line over my hips and then moving up my side to my breasts. I felt it close and squeeze one breast before slipping in under the cup of my bra to pinch my nipple slightly.
It withdrew too quickly, teasing down my stomach and slipping between my legs, pressing at my sex through my panties.
“You know that will make you mine, right? More than that ring on your finger. More than that vow you spoke. It’ll make you mine. I’ll claim you for my own. Is that what you want? Do you want to be mine? Will you promise to be mine? To take my seed? To bear my child?”
“Make me feel like this, make me feel better than this, and I’ll promise anything you want. Just make me feel good. Just satisfy me. I need it. Please.”
He growled, pressing his hips forward and pushing a bulge that seems bigger, thicker and longer, into the back of me.
“What if I’m not Edward? What if I’m a stranger? What if I’m some asshole who wants what he has? Would you still give yourself to me if I wasn’t your Edward?”
I didn’t have to think about that answer.
“In a heartbeat.”
“You little slut,” he laughed softly, cruelty in his voice, “You’d give anything to be satisfied, wouldn’t you? You’d give anything to get your satisfaction. What’s wrong? Isn’t Edward enough for you?”
I didn’t know what game we were playing, but if this was what it took to get me what I needed then I’d play it gladly. Besides, it wasn’t hard to just tell the truth.
“He’s not. I don’t know if he ever was. I thought for a long while that he might be, but he’s proven to be so… inadequate. If you want to be a different man than I’ll take it. I’ll take anything that might get me off even just once because Edward certainly can’t do that for me.”
I let out a long and shaky breath, and this man who I was gradually starting to understand took the time to explore me.
His touch was slow, deliberate. He felt my skin and everywhere his finger ran I was left with lines of cold that made me shiver.
“You poor thing,” he said, but there was a mockery in his voice, “Let me please you. Let me satisfy you. Let me make you feel…”
And his voice trailed away as he turned me oh so slowly. And for the first time I set eyes on this stranger and I knew in an instant who he was.
Not my husband, not my Edward. No this was him but younger and hungrier. This was the man I would have met had I met him at the start of his career. The man I always wished I would have married and the man that I thought I was going to marry.
Before he said his name, it fell from my lips.
“Jacob.”