Chapter Eight
Beth’s mind was racing as her husband pinned her to the bed, holding her hands by her side as his weight bore down and forced the breath to escape from her lungs in sharp gasps. He roughly buried his face into her neck and she could feel the solid length of his erection pushing against the softness of her pubis. Then her hands were free and his bulk lifted slightly as his face loomed into the glow from the bedside lamp and she saw his tender smile. He bent to kiss her once more and she felt his tongue push her lips open and explore her mouth. The guilt of her reckless infidelity swarmed her, making her want to break free from his encompassing clutches and run. How had she got him so wrong?
She tried to concentrate and respond, knowing he deserved at least that, but her mind
