"Wifey,"his voice dropped slowly with possession. "I'm going to f**k you until you forget you once married Franklin. And the only name you'll remember is mine."
Thalia's breath hitched,as George's words settled over her like a promise and threat all at once. His hands were firm and unyielding, yet his touch carried that strange reverence he reserved only for her.
Every kiss felt like a claim, every graze of his palm down her back was a reminder that he wasn't asking, he was taking her.
Her robe pooled on the floor, forgotten, his shirt was gone, her hands caressing his bare chest, their tongue sliding and gliding.
His mouth trailed lower, slowly igniting her veins. She arched towards him, her fingers clutching at his shoulders.
George didn't just touch her, he stripped her down to the
