Divorced Before Marriage: The Forbidden Affair

Chapter 7

"Who are you? What have you done to me?" His voice was a desperate moan, riddled with bewildered pleasure. His body trembled like a leaf caught in a storm, a sign of an uncontrolled passion that seized his muscular frame.

His skin was slick with sweat, bearing testament to the sheer intensity of his desire. "No one...no one has ever ignited such a fire in me," he confessed, his voice a hoarse whisper.

His lips moved with practiced expertise, planting feather-soft kisses down her neck, tracing a blazing trail to her belly button before retracing the path back to her neck. His teeth grazed her earlobe teasingly, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Like an artisan's tool, his hands skillfully explored the rounded curves of her backside, setting her senses high with pleasure.

She succumbed to the wave of pleasure, her body responding instinctively to his expert ministrations. Her moans were a sweet melody to his ears, an affirmation of the pleasure he was inducing within her. As he continued in a sensual dance of desire, she could feel his warm, hardened length pulsing with want and need against her thigh.

It was a sensation that ignited a torrent of desire within her, her body responding instinctively as warm moisture flooded her inner core. She could feel herself growing wetter, the slick wetness spreading down her thighs, matching the rhythm of her racing heart.

Her hands, delicate and hesitant, found his broad chest, applying a feeble pressure in an attempt to stop him from his sinful assault, "Please, stop it..." Her voice said in a soft plea, a whisper that struggled to rise above the rhythm of their panting breaths. The resistance in her voice was drowned out by the waves of pleasure that swept through her, too weak to pose a serious protest to their sinful pleasure.

"Why are you holding back? Just let go and be a good girl, okay? I promise this will be a night to remember," his voice was a rough whisper in her ear; his promise was laced with undeniable need.

Despite her best efforts to hide it, Adonis could sense the nervousness radiating from her like a subtle perfume. The cause of her fear and unease came from deep within her, leaving him wanting to know more about her. He was already drawn to her.

His gaze, already darkened by an unchecked desire, pierced into her emerald eyes as if searching for answers, for a glimpse into the maze of thoughts that seemed to plague her.

His muscular arm captured both of her wrists, pinning them well above her head. This act of dominance and control had her trembling, sending waves of pleasure and fear coursing through her, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.

"Part your legs for me, pretty," he commanded, his tongue tracing unholy circles around her n*****s. "I want you... Every inch of you..." His words were a drunken confession, revealing her intoxicating effect on him.

"I don't want to, please, just let me go," her plea was a timid whisper, barely audible in the silent room, which was met with a deafening silence. It was as if the man atop her was wrestling with his emotions, struggling to keep his patience intact in the face of her reluctance.

In the dim light provided by the bedside lamp that barely cut through the room's gloom, she tried to make out the face of this intimidating stranger, but she was too drunk to make out such detail.

She found herself nervously nibbling on her lower lip, her heart hammering away in her chest as she felt his thick arousal flirt with the entrance of her core. Adonis swallowed hard as his hardened length came into contact with her feminity's welcoming warmth and dampness. The sensation stirred a new wave of unbridled desires within him, making his length even harder, emanating a primal heat.

The sight of her nervously biting her lip, a simple act so innocent yet so provocatively enticing, was the final blow to his already worn-out restraint. He watched as the last shred of his sanity evaporated, consumed by the flames of the raw desire that raged within him.

He felt the thin threads of rational thought slip through his grasp as he surrendered entirely to the arms of his lustful desires.

The sight of her being vulnerable and nervous ignited a flame of his passion, and her attempt at trying to push him off her only seemed to fan the flames of his passion, pushing him over the edge. Like a bursting dam, the floodgates of his control crumbled, unleashing a current of wild lust, leaving him utterly defenseless against the seductive temptation before him.

"Damn it... f**k! You shouldn't have done that..." His words were a hissed curse. His eyes shone with a strange light, almost like the glimmer of unshed tears; tears bore of pleasure so intense that they teetered on the edge of raw, unfiltered sensations flooding him.

"Try not to scream," he warned in a low, husky whisper. His words caressed her ear, serving as both a warning and an invitation, urging her to brace herself for the storm about to come. This level of intense pleasure was so new to him, stirring unfamiliar emotions within.

With a sudden, vigorous thrust, he pushed his rigid, pulsating length into her tight, moist core. The intensity of his thrust, fueled by unquenched hunger and raw lust, drew a sharp cry from her lips as she struggled against his firm grasp.

"Shh. Hush, love," he soothed her, pulling out half his length only to plunge even deeper into her core, each push harder than the last. He sought full immersion. His thick arousal desired to be buried entirely in her warmth. He wanted his whole length buried deep inside her, giving him access to the warmth and juices of pleasure within the walls of her secrets.

"Is it too much for you to handle?" he rasped, capturing her lips with his own in a searing kiss to stifle her cries while maintaining a firm grasp on her wrists. His question was not devoid of concern but was also a stark reminder of the intense pleasure they were both experiencing.

Bolts of raw, sinful pleasure struck Adonis like lightning, drawing out low, guttural moans from his lips, interlaced with soft curses under his breath. He had a desire to possess her fully, the need to claim this woman as his own and no one else's. She was going to be his. No argument, no second thoughts, nothing would stand against this fact.

His resolution was as firm and unyielding as his grip on her; he wouldn't let her go, not for any reason. She belonged to him and him alone.

"What the hell are you? Are you a f*****g enchantress? Why do you possess so much power over me?" He roared, his thrusts increasing in ferocity, ravishing her tender depths. His girthy length consumed her, occupying the entirety of her tight, heated core that seemed capable of driving any man to madness, her small, hot confines threatening to rob him of his senses.

"Please, it hurts like hell," she whimpered, tears streaking down her face as sobs racked her body. He persisted, his thrusts taking on a rhythm of their own. The room filled with the squelching sounds of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by the slapping of his balls against her slick entrance.

"Oh... f**k!" he groaned repeatedly, the intense waves of ecstasy flooding his entire existence, lifting him high into a world of unadulterated pleasure.

He parted her legs wider for better access as he pummeled her contracting, soft core hungrily, immersing his whole length deeper into her, making her twitch and tremble, biting in a scream as tears flooded her eyes.

"I... I've never done this before... Please... just stop... Please…" she pleaded, muffled sobs catching in her throat. Adonis halted in his tracks at her words, slowly withdrawing from her.

He was both surprised, confused, and somewhat happy. If his thoughts were true, then it only meant one thing…

Fumbling for his phone, he switched on the screen light, illuminating the sheets beneath them. At that point, a sudden realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. A soft smile slowly unfolded across his face, the revelation evoking a sense of unexpected contentment within him. She was a virgin.

*

The incessant beeping from his phone abruptly shattered his deliciously sinful reverie, drawing a disgruntled curse from his lips. Talk about ill-timed interruptions.

He shifted, sitting up in the tub, his shaft swollen and erect, still insistent and unabated beneath the cool water—the perpetual state he'd found himself that had plagued him throughout those years. He had to acknowledge whatever enchantment she'd laid on him; it was potent to a maddening degree.

With each day that passed, he found himself yearning to taste the intoxication of her touch once more, to feel her beneath him on his bed at his mercy, subject to his every whim, to revel in her vulnerability… He vowed to ensure she felt the weight of every bit of the starvation she'd caused him.

The thought of Blaine being her fiancé did not pose a threat or challenge to him. He was Adonis Langston. What he desired, he claimed, damning every consequence that came with it.

Adonis stared at the information displayed on his phone screen. Rage was evident in his eyes as he read every piece of information contained in the email he'd just gotten. "That son of a b***h!" His hands trembled in pure anger as his grip tightened on the glass of whiskey he'd been holding, almost shattering it to pieces with his bare hands.

With one swift motion, he sprang up on his feet, stepped out of the tub, and made his way to his exquisite room.

***

Delaney's long lashes slowly fluttered open, revealing her sleepy yet beautiful eyes as she emerged from a deep slumber. The darkness of the night embraced her as she quickly sat up, her senses alert. She hurriedly made her way to the living room, her mind bracing for the storm Blaine would unleash on her upon his return.

As she entered the living room, silence greeted her. Blaine hadn't returned yet, even though it was already 8 p.m. She reached for her phone to call him when she noticed a text he had sent nearly two hours ago.

"I won't be home tonight. Don't wait up for me." She let out a sad sigh. One of the many nights he usually spends away from home. Another lonely night for her.

Delaney couldn't shake off the feeling that Blaine had been seeing another woman. It was too evident. It had been almost a year since he had last touched her. And even the last time he did, it was just s*x, nothing more. Not an iota of affection... She'd forgotten what great s*x and lovemaking felt like.

Just then, a knock on the door startled her, leaving her frozen in place. Fear raced through her veins, her heart pounding. "Who could it be? I thought he wouldn't be home tonight?" she pondered.

For a fleeting moment, she felt relief knowing Blaine wouldn't be there for the night. She had anticipated a peaceful evening… but why was he back?

The knock echoed again in the same deliberate rhythm, intensifying her confusion. She approached the door cautiously, her mind filled with contemplation. Slowly, she pulled it open, revealing a figure standing right outside her door.

Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened in shock, and her face contorted with confusion. A myriad of questions flooded her mind all at once as she laid her beautiful eyes upon the figure standing before her.