My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 281

Her hands clutched at his shirt, her nails digging into his skin as he lifted her, pressing her against the cool wall.

"Fuck, Riyana," he groaned, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking, biting, marking her as his. Each touch, each kiss, was a claim, a declaration of ownership that sent a rush of heat through her veins.

She arched into him, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that matched his own. Her skirt hiked up, his hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet, her core throbbing with anticipation.

"You’re mine," he snarled, his fingers dipping into her, rough and relentless.

He fingered her with a urgency that left her breathless, her moans echoing off the walls as her body trembled against his.

He shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside like it no longer mattered. The sound of it hitting the floor was soft, but to Riyana it felt loud, final. Then his fingers moved to his shirt. One button, then another. He didn’t rush, yet his breathing was already uneven.

When the shirt fell open, she froze.

She had seen him every day for years, always neat, always distant. Never like this. Never close enough to feel the heat of his body, to see the tension in his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell as if he was fighting himself.

He caught her hands gently and placed them against him.

Riyana sucked in a sharp breath.

Her fingers trembled. She felt his warmth, the solidness beneath her palms, and the shock went straight to her heart. This was real. Too real. Her mind screamed at her to stop, to pull away, but her body didn’t listen.

She whispered his name without meaning to.

That was all it took.

He pushed her back onto the bed, not rough, but firm, as if afraid she might disappear if he didn’t hold her there. He leaned over her, his face close, his breath brushing her skin. The familiar scent of him mixed with something heavier, something reckless.

When his lips met hers again, she closed her eyes.

Everything else slipped away. The rules. The years. The line she had sworn never to cross.

She felt him hover close, close enough that her breath caught, close enough that her body reacted before her thoughts could catch up.

His eyes were dark, almost black, as he unbuttoned his pants, his thick, throbbing cock springing free.

She gasped softly.

“Shh,” he murmured against her lips. “Relax.” his eyes devouring her as he ripped her panties off.

His voice was low, almost careful, as if he knew how close she was to breaking.

Her body shattered around him, her walls clenching, her cries filling the room as she climaxed, her release raw and primal. He followed, his own release hot and deep, his name a broken whisper on her lips.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, their breaths syncing, their hearts pounding in unison. He pulled her into his chest, his hand stroking her hair, his voice soft, almost tender.

"Don’t leave me, Riyana," he murmured, his words slurred, his grip tight, desperate. "I can’t...I won’t let you go."

She froze, her heart aching, her mind racing. He didn’t say he loved her, but in that moment, in the raw, desperate way he held her, she didn't know what to feel. But as his grip loosened, his breath evening out, she wondered if he’d remember any of it in the morning. Or if it’d all just be another secret between boss and secretary.

The room was silent, save for their ragged breathing, as she lay in his arms, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The tension that had brought them here still lingered, but now it was mingled with something else something deeper, more complex.

She closed her eyes, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

Nothing else existed in that moment.

Not logic.

Not rules.

Not tomorrow.