Forbidden Romance

Kristian knows how to take what isn’t his. He moves through the neighborhood like a low flame, catching wives wherever he wants. Husbands can glare. He never slows down. Today the woman waiting in his bed is Lana, married to his own friend. The affair has simmered for weeks, and the risk makes every touch sharper. She drops to her knees, blonde hair falling forward, and wraps her lips around him. The wet heat of her mouth pulls a groan from his chest. Her tongue moves slowly, deliberately, tasting him like she’s been counting the hours until she could do this again. Each pass of her mouth is a quiet dare. He grips the back of her head, guiding her deeper, hips shifting to meet her rhythm. Outside, the day moves on, but in this room the only sound is the slick glide of her lips and the rough edge of his breathing. Forbidden fruit, swallowed whole.