My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 361

Riyana’s breath fractured into a whimper. He didn’t cup her pussy outright, just let his hand hover tormenting, promising while his tongue traced the bow of her upper lip, tasting the plush flesh before pushing once more at the stubborn seam of her mouth.

Every inch of her betrayed her. Her breasts ached for rough fingers; her cunt clenched around nothing, greedy for the thickness she could feel swelling behind the fly of his pants.

Resistance disintegrated. With a surrendered sigh she parted her lips. Jabco didn’t hesitate. His tongue thrust deep, claiming the slick interior of her mouth with possessive sweeps.

He licked along the line of her teeth, coaxed her tongue into a slow, filthy duel, and every plunge duplicated the carnal rhythm they both craved.

Her wrists twisted, not to escape but to anchor. He understood, loosened the clamp of his fingers just enough for circulation to tingle back, then pushed her arms higher so her breasts lifted irresistibly. His palm abandoned her waist in favour of those swollen mounds; he palmed one, thumb circling the rigid nipple until she moaned down his throat. The sound vibrated between them like a tuning fork.

Jabco ate the whimper that followed, kissing her harder, faster, plastering his body so tightly to hers his heartbeat hammered against her tender tits. The seam of his pants ground into her upper thigh; she could trace the fat ridge of his cock head beneath the fabric.

Her hips betrayed her next, rocking up to chase the pressure she needed right on her clit. One more grind and she’d come to reality.

Riyana’s eyes opened fully, clarity cutting through the haze in her mind. Her body stiffened, not from fear, but from sudden awareness. She is pregnant and they can't do it right now.

Her condition. Her situation. The line they could not cross right now.

She placed her hands against his chest and pushed gently. Not with anger. Not with force. But with meaning.

“Jabco…” Her voice was quiet, steady, serious.

That was enough.

He understood immediately this time..

He pulled back, his expression changing the moment realization settled in.

Guilt crossed his face. Then concern. Then something heavier, like regret layered over affection.

They stayed close, foreheads almost touching, both catching their breath, both looking at each other like they were trying to memorize what they could not say aloud.

He knew.

She had never told him. But he knew anyway.

He could not walk away now. But he also could not pretend nothing had changed.

Slowly, carefully, he lowered his head and rested it near her neck, not demanding anything, not pushing, just seeking closeness like someone who had been starving for comfort.

“Please,” he whispered, voice raw, stripped of pride. “Just let me stay. Tonight. I am not asking for anything else. Just… don’t send me away.” he rasped.

The words sounded like they had been trapped inside him for too long.

Riyana’s heart twisted painfully.

She stared at the ceiling, blinking slowly, trying to keep control of her emotions.

Trying to remind herself why she had built walls in the first place.

“You would leave,” she asked softly, even though she already knew the answer. “If I told you to?”

Silence followed.

Then honesty.

“No,” he admitted. His voice barely above breath. “I can’t.”

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