Unfaithful: Web Of Betrayal

When did it all start?

Was it when his cheek brushed against hers when they danced? His voice whispered in her ear, telling her what a wonderful time he was having with her, how beautiful she looked under the dim lights of the seaside bar?

Was it when he took her hand and swirled her around to land in his embrace over and over again? Until his embrace no longer felt out of place but was expected, she wanted to end up that close to him. He felt new to her, exciting.

Or did it start when they first laid eyes on each other? Is there such a thing as an instant attraction? It felt like it. She tried to avoid it, didn’t she?

Or maybe, it started even further back before they even met. Her world crumbled when she found out her husband had slept with another woman for reasons she had not understood. He loved her, adored her, and told her she was everything to him. Yet it didn’t stop him from sleeping with another woman and tarnished their once flawless marriage for all eternity, at least for her.

Was that why this exotic young man had turned her inside out with his immaculate charm? Or was it because he was just too irresistible that he had ignited something in her that she never knew was there.

With a little help from alcohol, bad memories, and a suspicious text from her husband, it was all just a blurry excuse to justify what she was letting happen. Roman was lusting over her. It was obvious. She looked around her and saw no one cared about what she was doing with this man.

Of course, nobody knew who they were; her phone was off, the night could go any which way and no one would ever know about it except the two of them. While all this was happening inside her head, she wondered what Roman was thinking. He couldn’t keep his hands off her all night, his face on her face, but he was free to do that while she was not.

Only one thing was in his mind; she could see it in how he looked at her. Everything was in her hands when he caressed her cheek and came in for a kiss. She could still stop him, even when she tasted his cold lips from the ice of his drink, she had the chance to push him away, but she didn’t.

When did Declan become irrelevant to all this? Was it when she felt Roman’s tongue inside her mouth? When he buried his face in her collarbone and ran his lips up her neck to her ear?

He was intoxicating. The way he brushed himself against her. The way his teeth gently grazed upon her jawline, then he kissed her again, and again, and again. Was it so bad that she liked the way he kissed her?

She flushed away her doubts with drinks. Until then, she knew what would happen at the night’s end. Whether it was a one-time thing or not, it can be dealt with in the morning. The morning seemed like a whole other life for her that night. She was living in the moment, ‘let go,’ the moment that defined the rest of her life.

Her 13 years of marriage had vanished entirely from her mind when she raised her arms and let him undress her in a three-star hotel room he was staying in for two nights. It was just her, this man, and the fire burning inside them for days. This was the only way to diffuse it. It was inevitable, and they both knew it from the start.

He pinned her hard against the wall. She was not drunk enough to forget she was doing the wrong thing. She was drunk enough not to care. She had him between her legs; he was strong, hungry, and naked.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She closed her eyes and felt his breath on her skin, his mouth on her breast. He was so eager he didn’t even bother to lay her on the bed. He groaned hard when he entered her. She forced open her eyes and looked at him. His clear blue eyes studied her face, his firm hands squeezing and pressing her tightly against him. He felt so good she squirmed.

“Do you like that?” his voice softly teasing her ear.

It was a question that didn’t need an audible answer; she dug her fingers into his hair and moved her hips to match his rhythm.

“God … Adele … you’re so beautiful,” he said.

She hadn’t felt that good in a long time. Roman was a teaser and a pleaser. He pulled himself out when she was high in his pleasure.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

He slammed her on the bed and stood over her, magnificently erect, before he charged her again; she gasped. His mouth on hers stole half of her breath as their body entwined and moved the bed with every thrust. He lifts her legs, spreading her apart to make way for him.

She sighed in his ear. She gripped his arms. They were hard, another reminder this was not the man she was used to being with. She pressed on. Faster, she thought. She wanted it to be over; maybe she would feel less guilty in the morning. But he played her body like a fiddle; he knew when to pull back and slowed her down. How the hell did he do that?

“Roman,” she cried.

What is he doing to her? Her head was light, she needed it to be over, but her body screamed for him to last her as long as she could.

“Wait … I want to taste you.”

“Now?” she was hot and ready; she was almost there.

He didn’t answer her, the next thing she knew, his tongue was inside her. Her knees were bent as he pushed her legs up. She sighed in pleasure. She didn’t know what he was doing to her; she knew she was dizzy as she burst into a million pieces and grabbed his hair.

“Roman … I’m coming …”

“Good,” he said.

He kept going, and she was moaning. Before it was over, he was back on top of her and back inside her, slower this time. The hair on her body stood up. He leaned his face close to her and whispered, “Now I’ll make us come together.”