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ASTRID

My mind screamed at me, telling me just how wrong this was, but I shut the words out. It was wrong, yet, I couldn't stop. It felt so good. I wondered if this was something I could allow myself to indulge in and enjoy even if it was once.

I have the right to enjoy my husband, right? I asked myself and I knew what my answer was, which was exactly why I had said no in my mind when he asked me to stop him.

I made sure I didn't say it out loud and he couldn't tell from my expression but my silence was more than enough for him because he kissed me again.

This time, he picked me up from the floor and on their own accord, my legs wrapped around his waist, locking me tighter against him.

He paused again. “Tell me to stop before you regret this because I know I won't.” He looked at me, as if searching my eyes for the answer.

Would I regret this? Is this a good idea? I had several questions running through my mind and I knew I was supposed to run from the bond we had and not strength