021~ TO YOUR

Leah,

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to focus on Liam, who was on top of me. Even with my eyes closed, my mind was still filled with unwelcomed images. Black eyes that sometimes hid behind long black hair that fell down his shoulders, staring at me intensely, glinting with a twisted amusement. Thin red lips that spilt the dirtiest of words. That left marks and a burning trail over my body. A face with a scar that somehow made him look hotter rather than less.

It is an image that shouldn't be popping up in a situation like this.

I opened my eyes, realising it was worse when they were closed. "Leah," Liam groaned, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he thrust in gently.

I was the worst. I was thinking of another man when I was intimate with my husband. How low can I get?

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him close with urgency. A desperate need to push the memory of him away. I kissed him, trying not to think of how different it felt when he kissed me. How rough his l