Forbidden Hands on My Silk Robe - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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The power went out late that night, plunging the bathroom into darkness. In the chaos, I slipped and fell—only for my husband's best friend, staying in the guest room next door, to rush in and carry me back to bed.
His hands were scorching against my skin as he fumbled in the dark, smoothing ointment over my bruises.
"Sophia, I'm already being as gentle as I can."
"Stop… not there… don't go any deeper..."
I'm Sophia Laurent—a woman whose curves could bring a man to his knees. My body was a masterpiece of desire, sculpted by my husband's expert touch.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and insatiable, my husband worked hard—in every sense of the word. He left me breathless, satisfied, and floating in pure bliss every night. Being apart from him for even a second was torture.
But for the past two weeks, he'd been away on business, leaving me restless and aching. After knowing his dominance, cheap toys felt like pathetic substitutes.
Tonight, he was finally coming home, and I had no intention of letting him off easy.
The sound of running water from the bathroom sent shivers down my spine. My legs trembled, my waist weak with anticipation.
On the subway ride home, some creep had pressed against me from behind. I'd glared until he backed off, but my traitorous body had already reacted. Now, all I could think about was making up for lost time with my husband.
Stripping naked, I pushed open the bathroom door. The sight of his broad back, muscles taut under the steam, made me whimper as I pressed myself against him.
"Baby, your little slut can't wait any longer. Let's make up for lost time!"
My hands slid down his waist, then lower. Two weeks without him had made him feel even bigger—he must've been just as desperate.
Fifteen days of pent-up lust. Tonight, he was going to pay it all back.
I dropped to my knees, ready to take him in my mouth—
Then, an awkward voice cut through the steam.
"Sophia… you shouldn't—"
My head snapped up. My legs gave out.
This wasn't my husband.
It was Daniel Laurent—his younger brother.
What the hell was he doing here?
Daniel's face burned crimson as his gaze locked onto my bare chest. His fingers twitched, like he was fighting the urge to reach out.
I sat frozen in the soapy water, hands still slick with lather—but my eyes were glued to something else entirely.
How… how was it possible? It was twice the size of my husband's—bigger than anything I'd ever seen, even in those adult films.
If my husband were that size, he'd probably wreck me for good.
My thighs clenched involuntarily, pulse racing.
Then, reality crashed down. I screamed, covering myself as my body jerked—my snowy peaks bouncing wildly.
Daniel lunged forward, one hand clamping over my thigh, the other muffling my mouth. His ears burned red.
"Sophia… please, don't scream."
His hands were scorching against my skin as he fumbled in the dark, smoothing ointment over my bruises.
"Sophia, I'm already being as gentle as I can."
"Stop… not there… don't go any deeper..."
I'm Sophia Laurent—a woman whose curves could bring a man to his knees. My body was a masterpiece of desire, sculpted by my husband's expert touch.
Tall, broad-shouldered, and insatiable, my husband worked hard—in every sense of the word. He left me breathless, satisfied, and floating in pure bliss every night. Being apart from him for even a second was torture.
But for the past two weeks, he'd been away on business, leaving me restless and aching. After knowing his dominance, cheap toys felt like pathetic substitutes.
Tonight, he was finally coming home, and I had no intention of letting him off easy.
The sound of running water from the bathroom sent shivers down my spine. My legs trembled, my waist weak with anticipation.
On the subway ride home, some creep had pressed against me from behind. I'd glared until he backed off, but my traitorous body had already reacted. Now, all I could think about was making up for lost time with my husband.
Stripping naked, I pushed open the bathroom door. The sight of his broad back, muscles taut under the steam, made me whimper as I pressed myself against him.
"Baby, your little slut can't wait any longer. Let's make up for lost time!"
My hands slid down his waist, then lower. Two weeks without him had made him feel even bigger—he must've been just as desperate.
Fifteen days of pent-up lust. Tonight, he was going to pay it all back.
I dropped to my knees, ready to take him in my mouth—
Then, an awkward voice cut through the steam.
"Sophia… you shouldn't—"
My head snapped up. My legs gave out.
This wasn't my husband.
It was Daniel Laurent—his younger brother.
What the hell was he doing here?
Daniel's face burned crimson as his gaze locked onto my bare chest. His fingers twitched, like he was fighting the urge to reach out.
I sat frozen in the soapy water, hands still slick with lather—but my eyes were glued to something else entirely.
How… how was it possible? It was twice the size of my husband's—bigger than anything I'd ever seen, even in those adult films.
If my husband were that size, he'd probably wreck me for good.
My thighs clenched involuntarily, pulse racing.
Then, reality crashed down. I screamed, covering myself as my body jerked—my snowy peaks bouncing wildly.
Daniel lunged forward, one hand clamping over my thigh, the other muffling my mouth. His ears burned red.
"Sophia… please, don't scream."
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