Betrayal

At that moment when our lips touched, my fear vanished. I stood there, dazed, letting him devour my mouth. His kiss was both gentle and fiery, leaving me burning and breathless.

"Please don't," I thought of Yetta, I couldn't betray her.

I tried to push him away, but he hugged me tighter.

His left hand gently caressed the back of my neck, and waves of intense pleasure surged from the spot where he touched, where the mark of our bond resided. His right hand slipped inside my shirt, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipples mischievously, and I was tickled by him.

His breathing sounded like music to my ears, and the scent of cedar accompanied his every exhale, engulfing me in its allure. I felt utterly weak, collapsing onto him as if on the verge of melting away. His left hand slid down gently from the back of my neck, tracing along my spine, all the way down to my waist. He released my lips, ending our kiss, and lifted me up in his arms, carrying me to the bed. He straddled me and remove