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Kiss me, I cry silently. He doesn’t. And so I reach forward and press my lips to his.

If there was anyone to blame for my sin against God and my husband, it would be me. I caused it. I made the first move. Eli only shared his gentle soul with me, and I devoured it. And him.

At first, I only just press my lips to his. It’s quick, so quick it might as well not have happened. Shock sends me flying back. In one second, I’ve betrayed God and Frank. But it isn’t enough. One second isn’t enough.

Eli pulls me back to him and I thank him internally for not leaving me with only one second of this unspeakable pleasure.

His lips descend on mine, kissing me like no one ever has. Not even James had kissed me…

… like this.

Soft lips moving over mine. His warm wet tongue playing inside my mouth. I kiss him back, tangling my tongue with his, and he doesn’t feel like a dirty, filthy sin.

He feels like the most ardent prayer falling from his lips and mine. He tastes like worship being carried up to God by angels.

And I eat. With every moment that passes, I partake and the more I eat, the hungrier I get. The further I fall into this liquid darkness, the easier it becomes to ignore the light of reason. Of purity. Adultery engulfs me like a blanket of lust, and I give in to every single ounce of carnality.

The kiss is no longer a kiss. It bears no resemblance to the tentative, hesitant exploration of moments ago. Eli slips his fingers into my hair with both his hands, anchoring my face between his palms. His grip is firm. Hard. But there’s no fear here, like when Frank holds me down. Instead, my body aches for more of Eli’s touch.

And so I kiss him back, this man who is not my husband.

Chapter 19

Axel

I can’t bear this tenderness.

The soft strokes of Eli’s fingers across my cheek. The press of his thumb to the corner of my mouth, encouraging me to open wider for his tongue. And then the whisper of his lips along my jaw. I can’t bear this.

But it’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be adored like this, even for just one moment. This is all I’ve ever wanted.

Eli pulls away gently, his hand still in my hair. I try to follow him because the thought of being away from his mouth feels like a death sentence, but he stops me with a soft cup of my cheek.

He makes the sign again. Beautiful.

I drop my gaze. What if he’s like Frank? What if he’s interested only in my outward appearance? I don’t value compliments about my looks. My face is the cause of the way my life turned out.

Eli makes another sign. It frustrates me that I don’t understand. He makes it again, slower this time, and then picks his phone up from the boulder.

I’m sorry.

My eyes fly to his. Sorry? No. I can’t let him take the blame for this. I made the first move. I shake my head. “No, I’m sorry,” I say.

A smile settles on his wet lips. Wet with my—

I look away again. I wet his lips like that.

Where is the agony over what I’ve done? Where is the outrage from my conscience? Sitting so close to Eli like this, there’s no place for regret. Only… only a need for more.

He feels it, too. Just as I lean into him, unsure of what exactly I want, Eli grabs my face between his palms. His wet mouth fuses with mine once more, but this time, he kisses me like God ordained vows don’t sit heavily between us. I’m no different. My cock throbs inside my pants, demanding to explore this new sensation it’s being fed.

Is this what a kiss is? Eli pulls me to him until I’m straddling him. The first contact with his erection sends shockwaves through my body. I press into his hardness with mine. What is this? This… this feeling that if I breathed my last right this second, then this life would have been enough. For just this moment, I’d give up every second of my life before this. I’d break every vow I made for this one moment.

I’ve never been so hard. So full of need. Never had an orgasm chasing through my body like this, demanding for release.

The newness of it makes me sloppy. I kiss Eli back like I’m eating him. He reaches for my belt and fuck me to hell, I let him. Not only do I let him, I beg him with my body to continue. To never, ever stop.

But Eli’s hands on my stomach, slowly moving down, his mouth on mine… it’s too much.

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