I shouldn't have kissed him back the way I did. I should have kept on demanding answers or kept fighting with him at least, but I didn't. When his lips came down on mine, it felt like I couldn't think or function properly. The one thing I could do was kiss him as much as he kissed me back, so, I did.
With as much need and intensity that Jacob put into the kiss, I met his energy back. His hands ravaged my body as he cup my breasts and ass, marking his claim and his dominance. When we separated, I felt a light sting on my lips and brought my hand up to feel it.
Clearly, Jacob didn't feel nearly as affected as I did. He remained unfazed as he stood like a statue staring at me. My dear husband was an enigma that was difficult to c***k. Just when I thought we were moving ten steps forward an
