Each deliberate movement of Alvin's tongue against the delicate, sensitive part nestled between Patricia's trembling thighs sent powerful surges of electricity cascading through her entire being. That electrifying sensation didn't just tingle on her skin—it awakened something deeper, igniting every fiber of her womanhood with a fiery intensity she had never known before.His mouth, warm and insistent, moved with a tantalizing precision, while his agile tongue, wet and eager, traced passionate, swirling patterns across the entrance of her most intimate core. Every caress was a symphony of heat and desire, drawing Patricia into a vortex of anticipation and raw, unbridled longing that made her feel both vulnerable and empowered all at once."Oh, Alvin," she thought breathlessly, the words barely forming in her mind as she surrendered to the pleasure he was masterfully orchestrating. The way his tongue explored her with such expert skill—it was as if he knew exactly how to play her body li
Patricia closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, allowing herself to be fully immersed in the intense heat that surrounded her like a warm, enveloping embrace. Every touch, every breath between them felt like a slow, deliberate burn, igniting a fire deep within her that she had never known existed. The way Alvin’s fingers trailed along her skin was like a silent conversation, a language only they shared—one spoken through the heated exchange of their bodies. It was an experience so intimate, so private, that it seemed the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.Her emotions swirled in confusion, a turbulent mix of pleasure, desire, and something even deeper—something she couldn’t quite name. But as uncertain as she felt, there was one thing she knew with absolute certainty: this night would leave a permanent imprint on her soul, a mark that time would never erase.The sharp pain that had sliced through her earlier began to dissolve like mi
Present Time… Patricia let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her like a heavy blanket. Her suspicions had been correct. What happened between her and Alvin wasn’t just a fleeting moment; it had been a recurring affair. There were nights when she found herself wrapped in his arms, spending the night at his apartment. The passion between them had continued, even after she started her job.To Alvin’s credit, during the time they were entangled, he hadn’t been involved with anyone else. Their affair lasted for over two years before she made the painful decision to walk away.A wistful sigh escaped her lips as she recalled those moments. There was a profound reason why she had married Robert, a secret buried deep within her heart. But Alvin didn’t need to know that. The truth was, by marrying Robert, she felt she had done Alvin a disservice, even though Alvin was the one who truly held her heart.Lost in her thoughts, Patricia was startled by the sudden
The Past...“GOOD morning, sleepyhead.”Alvin's gentle voice wrapped around Patricia like a warm blanket, pulling her from the last remnants of sleep. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. Patricia stretched lazily, the cool sheets sliding off her skin as she blinked away the haze of slumber.“Hey, you’re here early,” she remarked, her voice still tinged with the softness of sleep. She sat up slowly, running a hand through her tousled hair, feeling the faint chill of the morning air on her skin.“Yeah, I came straight here so we could have breakfast together,” Alvin replied, his tone affectionate as he perched on the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and the familiar scent of his cologne—woodsy with a hint of spice—filled her senses as he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “I missed you,” he added, his voice low, almost a whisper.A quiet laugh escaped Patricia’s lips, a gentle soun
The Past...Patricia noticed the sudden flash of offense in Alvin's eyes, the brief spark igniting a tension between them that was palpable in the small space they occupied. The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns of light and shadow across Alvin's chiseled features, highlighting the tightness in his jaw and the subtle furrow of his brows. She braced herself for his response, anticipating the sharp retort that would surely follow as his lips parted to speak."You're being harsh," Alvin said, his voice low and edged with a hint of hurt that belied his usual confident demeanor. Despite the emotion evident in his tone, his arms remained firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her close as if afraid she might slip away.Patricia arched an eyebrow, her own defenses rising in response. The subtle scent of his cologne—musky with a hint of citrus—filled her senses, making it harder to maintain the barrier she desperately tried to keep between them. "B
Patricia remained silent as she and Alvin dined together. They had gone to a charming seafood restaurant, and Alvin had thoughtfully ordered dishes she particularly loved. She wasn't sure if he did it on purpose, but deep down, she was grateful. The rich aroma of freshly grilled seafood filled the air, making her stomach rumble with anticipation.“You’re really hungry, huh?” Alvin remarked, his voice tinged with amusement as he watched her eat with gusto.Patricia smiled softly at him, her eyes momentarily meeting his before she returned to her meal. The flavors exploded on her tongue, each bite a reminder of how much she had missed a proper meal. At that moment, all her worries faded into the background as she indulged in the delicious spread before her.“I haven’t really had breakfast yet, Sir Alvin. And last night, I didn’t have a proper dinner either—just some oatmeal,” she explained, her voice trailing off as she scooped up another mouthful of rice, the grains warm and comforting
The kiss between them deepened, growing more intense with each passing second. Alvin’s lips moved against hers with a fierce urgency, as if he had been starving for her touch, for the taste of her. The raw hunger in his kiss sent a jolt of electricity through Patricia, making her head spin. It felt like he was trying to consume her, to make her his in every way, and she couldn’t help but respond with equal fervor. Each kiss, each caress, seemed to fan the flames of desire burning inside her. She felt herself slipping, losing control as Alvin’s lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His hands roamed her body, their touch igniting every nerve ending, making her shiver with anticipation. “Oh, Alvin—” Patricia moaned, her voice a breathless whisper as she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her. Alvin’s lips moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of her throat before descending further. Each kiss felt like a bran
“There’s no one else here, so most of the time, we’ll be eating out,” Alvin remarked as they stepped into the house, his voice resonating through the high ceilings of the spacious foyer.Patricia’s eyes wandered around the room, drinking in every detail of the grand, yet tastefully designed space. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft, golden light filtering through the tall windows, while the walls, adorned with elegant artwork, added a touch of sophistication to the home. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of lavender, giving the house a cozy yet refined atmosphere. The antique furniture, each piece meticulously crafted and preserved, hinted at the home’s rich history. It was a house that held stories, and Patricia couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.“This place is beautiful,” she murmured, almost to herself, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to take in her surroundings. But as soon as the words left her lips, she quickly shook