Her secret obsession

Chapter three: A night before the anniversary

The living room was beautiful. Mark had gone all out—tea lights flickered on the shelves, string lights traced the window frame, and the heavy, sweet scent of lilies filled the small space. It was a perfect, warm sanctuary. I sat there, sipping the wine he’d poured, watching the candlelight dance in his eyes. He looked so happy, so proud of the life we were building. I looked at the decorations and felt a pang of something sharp—not quite guilt, but a deep, aching recognition of how much I stood to lose.

I loved Mark. I loved the way he noticed the small things, the way he hummed when he cooked, and the safety he offered me. He was the ground. He was home.

"You're staring again," he said softly, reaching across to brush his thumb over my knuckles. "Tough flight?"

"Just a long one," I whispered, leaning into his touch. "I missed you."

The evening wound down slowly. Mark had a show he’d been waiting all week to watch, but he shut the TV off without a second thought. "The show can wait," he said, pulling me up from the chair. "I’d rather just be with you."

We went upstairs, the bedroom smelling of fresh linens and the faint trace of the candles from downstairs. I felt a heavy exhaustion settling into my bones—a combination of the transatlantic flight and the mental gymnastics of hiding Julian’s shadow.

When we got into bed, I turned away from him, curling onto my side. I needed a moment where I wasn't being looked at. Mark didn't seem to mind. He shifted closer, his warmth pressing against my back, and began to kiss my arm. Soft, lingering kisses that started at my wrist and moved slowly toward my shoulder. It was tender. It was Mark.

But every time his lips touched my skin, my mind flashed to the aft galley. I could still feel the phantom pressure of the metal counter against my chest and the rough, demanding grip of Julian’s hands. The contrast was too much. It made my skin prickle with a nervous energy I couldn't switch off.

"Babe," I said, my voice barely a whisper as I reached back to catch his hand, pausing him. "I’m not ready for this. I’m so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open. Not tonight."

I felt him go still behind me. The rhythmic kisses stopped.

"I promise, tomorrow morning," I added quickly, trying to soften the blow. "Tomorrow is my day off. I’m all yours tomorrow morning. I promise."

Mark was clearly disappointed. I could feel the slight change in his breathing, the way the air in the room seemed to cool—but he didn't push. He was never that kind of man. He just squeezed my hand gently and sighed into the back of my neck.

"Okay, El," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a hint of letdown. "Tomorrow morning."

He settled back onto his pillow, and within minutes, his breathing evened out into the steady rhythm of sleep. I stayed awake, staring at the shadows the streetlights cast on the wall. I loved the man sleeping next to me so much.

When the sun hit the curtains, he didn't forget. He woke me with a kiss, his eyes full of that steady, puppy-like devotion. I laughed in silence, a dark ripple of amusement trapped in my chest.

He kissed me so passionately I stopped him. Happy anniversary my love. Today is all about you my love. I kneel between his legs looking up at him with a cozy smile as I slowly unzip his pants. He raises an eyebrow at me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

I don’t answer just slip my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fingers around his hardening c**k. He groans, his head falling back against the couch cushions as I stroke him to full mast.

I pull his pants and boxers down letting his c**k spring free the tip already glistening with pre-c*m. I lean forward running my tongue from base to tip.

“f**k” he hisses, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair. “That feels good baby”.

Encouraged, I take him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth as I suck him deep.

Yeah, just like that he groans, his hips flexing as he starts to thrust into my mouth. I relax my throat, taking him deeper until the head hits the back of my throat. I swallow around him, the muscle fluttering and massaging his length. He growls in approval, his grip on my hair tightening.

“That is it, f**k” he pants, “such a good c**k sucker baby. I moan around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. I can feel myself getting wet and aroused. He is so hard, so thick in my mouth and I can’t get enough.

I stand up and he swiftly carries me into his strong arms upstairs to the bedroom. He kisses me then, his tongue invading my mouth as his hands roam over my curves. He palms my breasts, squeezing them, roughly “this t**s are mine” he rasps, breaking the kiss to nip at my neck.

He hikes up my transparent panties his fingers brushed against my bare p***y. “f**k you’re dripping” he groans. I know what you need, baby.

“Brace yourself baby” he warns and then pushes inside me, stretching my wide. “f**k you are tight” he groans giving me a moment to adjust before he starts to move.

He f***s me hard and fast pounding me with ruthless intensity. I cling to him, my body jolting with each powerful thrust. “Oh yes!” I moan. My head falling back against the wall. “Don’t stop! f**k me harder”

My p***y flutter around him. That’s, baby,”he groans. He c*m few minutes later, flooding me with hot seed as he buried himself deep inside me.

It’s over.

Just like that.

I lie down there staring at the ceiling, heartbeat steadying…. While Mark is already rolling off me, panting like he ran a marathon.

He mutters something like “God that was amazing”

And then—

He’s out.

Fully asleep.

Faintly snoring.

I blink at him. Once. Twice

Not again Mark.