The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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The second we crossed the threshold, he caged me between the door and his body without warning. At this proximity, I had no choice but to crane my neck to meet his gaze.
"Where are your manners, sweetheart? Not even a drink offer? Or bathroom privileges?"
"Nice try. First the bathroom, then what? A bedroom tour? Maybe we'll 'accidentally' fall onto the mattress?" I held my ground.
Without warning, his hands slid under my arms and lifted me like I weighed nothing. "Been dreaming about this since day one. Tiny package with all the right curves... and such generous assets."
That smug bastard. He'd gotten an eyeful that day.
"Put me down, you—" My protest died as my chest pressed against his face, his heated breath skating across my skin. Then—oh god—he nuzzled between my breasts.
"Mmmph—" The traitorous sound escaped before I could swallow it. I shoved at his shoulders until my feet found purchase again.
"Christ, Vivian. I just got here and you're already kicking me out?"
"You're impossible. It's pitch black out there... I'll get scared. Fine—one kiss. Then I'm gone." He heaved a theatrical sigh when I didn't bite, performing his wounded routine.
Truth was, I was paralyzed with indecision. Part of me screamed to drag him to bed, another whispered that was too brazen. Letting him walk away? Unthinkable. I was utterly divided.
Alone in the hush of night, fear intertwined with something hotter—hungry anticipation.
"Earth to Vivian." His chuckle snapped me back. "What are you, some woodland sprite? My personal Sleeping Beauty waiting for true love's kiss?" Before I could retort, he yanked me against him, spinning us until my back hit the door. "You turn me into an animal. But denying this?" His voice dropped. "That'd be inhuman."
"Why do you make me take what I want? I hate playing the villain... unless that's your secret fantasy." His lips grazed my ear as he spoke, teeth catching my lobe. When I gasped, he claimed my mouth.
His palms slid down to my hips, fingertips painting lazy spirals.
I melted completely, reduced to breathy little noises. A sudden draft made me realize—he'd hitched up my skirt. Now only flimsy lace stood between his touch and—
Then his fingers dipped lower. My thighs snapped shut on reflex, but he didn't force. Just maddening strokes over damp fabric.
"Vivian..." His voice was smoke. "Should I stop?" The lie was obvious—his hand was already beneath the lace.
I went boneless against him, knees shaking. His fingers trailed downward, parting slick flesh with torturous precision.
"Hmm?" I knew what shocked him. After that creep's violation, I'd waxed everything bare—couldn't stand reminders.
"Jesus Christ." His voice cracked. "You're fucking perfect. I worship a smooth cunt. Let me admire you properly." He lifted me like I was weightless, depositing me on the couch before spreading my thighs. My skirt pooled at my waist as he peeled my panties down with reverence, whispering filth.
On instinct, I crossed my hands over my nakedness.
"Where are your manners, sweetheart? Not even a drink offer? Or bathroom privileges?"
"Nice try. First the bathroom, then what? A bedroom tour? Maybe we'll 'accidentally' fall onto the mattress?" I held my ground.
Without warning, his hands slid under my arms and lifted me like I weighed nothing. "Been dreaming about this since day one. Tiny package with all the right curves... and such generous assets."
That smug bastard. He'd gotten an eyeful that day.
"Put me down, you—" My protest died as my chest pressed against his face, his heated breath skating across my skin. Then—oh god—he nuzzled between my breasts.
"Mmmph—" The traitorous sound escaped before I could swallow it. I shoved at his shoulders until my feet found purchase again.
"Christ, Vivian. I just got here and you're already kicking me out?"
"You're impossible. It's pitch black out there... I'll get scared. Fine—one kiss. Then I'm gone." He heaved a theatrical sigh when I didn't bite, performing his wounded routine.
Truth was, I was paralyzed with indecision. Part of me screamed to drag him to bed, another whispered that was too brazen. Letting him walk away? Unthinkable. I was utterly divided.
Alone in the hush of night, fear intertwined with something hotter—hungry anticipation.
"Earth to Vivian." His chuckle snapped me back. "What are you, some woodland sprite? My personal Sleeping Beauty waiting for true love's kiss?" Before I could retort, he yanked me against him, spinning us until my back hit the door. "You turn me into an animal. But denying this?" His voice dropped. "That'd be inhuman."
"Why do you make me take what I want? I hate playing the villain... unless that's your secret fantasy." His lips grazed my ear as he spoke, teeth catching my lobe. When I gasped, he claimed my mouth.
His palms slid down to my hips, fingertips painting lazy spirals.
I melted completely, reduced to breathy little noises. A sudden draft made me realize—he'd hitched up my skirt. Now only flimsy lace stood between his touch and—
Then his fingers dipped lower. My thighs snapped shut on reflex, but he didn't force. Just maddening strokes over damp fabric.
"Vivian..." His voice was smoke. "Should I stop?" The lie was obvious—his hand was already beneath the lace.
I went boneless against him, knees shaking. His fingers trailed downward, parting slick flesh with torturous precision.
"Hmm?" I knew what shocked him. After that creep's violation, I'd waxed everything bare—couldn't stand reminders.
"Jesus Christ." His voice cracked. "You're fucking perfect. I worship a smooth cunt. Let me admire you properly." He lifted me like I was weightless, depositing me on the couch before spreading my thighs. My skirt pooled at my waist as he peeled my panties down with reverence, whispering filth.
On instinct, I crossed my hands over my nakedness.
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