---- "If neither of us have anyone else, and we're legally married, without hurting anyone-how is that immoral?" Clara shoved him toward the door. "I'm done talking. Get out!" Aaron tried to hold his ground. "Want me to read you the marriage law?" "I don't want to talk!" she yelled. She pushed him out and locked the door behind him. Clara climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over her head, burying herself deep inside. Her body trembled faintly, her breath scented with the lingering trace of him. She wanted to scream-this was so frustrating! Aaron was even more frustrated, not understanding what had just happened. He took a cold shower to cool off, trying to think logically-and decided he hadn't done anything wrong. But sleep wouldn't come. He opened Derek's ---- WhatsApp and texted: "Drinks? Now." "No way!" Derek replied, cuddling his girlfriend and about to fall asleep. "I don't wanna see your grumpy face." Aaron: "Ten minutes. Hurry." Derek: "You're such a grouch. Fighting with the wife?" Aaron: "Cut it out! Coming or not?" Derek: "Nope, staying in! Spending time with my girl." Aaron nearly threw his phone across the room. Then his phone blew up with Derek's messages-links everywhere. "How middle-aged guys chase happiness." "Pickup secrets! How to meet sexy ladies by accident." "The secret to winning over my stunning female boss." "How to make a woman fall for you." ---- "Stormy nights-I spent ten romantic days with my sexy wife." "Ten moments that melt a woman's heart." What the heck was all that? Aaron finally tossed his phone for real. After a while, he picked it up again and actually started reading. But he was attracted by something else. In the hazy glow of the moon, Clara's figure looked both blurred and dangerously tempting. Her nightgown hung loose, and as she stepped closer, the fabric slipped off one shoulder, baring a stretch of soft skin. Aaron finally lost control and yanked her into his arms. His kiss crashed down on her, urgent and domineering, as if he wanted to devour her whole. His tongue drove deep, twisting and claiming until she could hardly breathe. Clara let out a faint, desperate whimper, but she didn't ---- resist. Instead, she sank into his embrace like she had been waiting for it all along. He pushed her onto the bed, his weight pressing her down. With a sharp pull, the silk tore apart. Her chest was bared, trembling with each unsteady breath. Aaron bent down, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck before finally sucking her breast, his tongue teasing the sensitive tip. Clara arched with a gasp, her fingers clenching the sheets, muffled moans spilling past her lips. His hand slid down the curve of her waist, kneading lightly through the last thin barrier of fabric. Her whole body shivered, her legs turning weak, yet she parted them just a little without thinking. That tiny gesture shattered his restraint completely. His fingers parted the final veil, slipping inside her, and the heat and wetness of her arousal clung to him instantly. His breath seared her ear as he whispered, rough and low, "You're already ready for me." ---- Clara's breathing turned ragged, her voice trembling as she called his name. "Aaron..." He kissed her hard, swallowing her words. Then he yanked open his belt, pressing the full weight of himself against her most sensitive place. She tensed for a moment, but instead of pulling away, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and surrendered completely. The next second, he drove into her. The fierce intrusion ripped a sharp cry from her throat, her nails digging into the taut muscles of his back. At first, his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one driving deep enough to steal her breath. Clara writhed beneath him, her hips moving on their own, chasing every motion, every wave of sensation. Broken moans slipped past her lips, filling the space between them with desperate sound. As her cries grew louder, his pace turned rougher, more relentless. The sound of their bodies colliding mingled with her gasps, making ---- the whole room feel like it was trembling with heat and lust. "Look at me," he growled, his voice heavy with command. Her dazed eyes lifted to his, tears glinting at the corners, but still she obeyed, tilting her face up with a helpless devotion. He kissed her again, deeper, harder, each thrust slamming into her until she couldn't make a sound. She clung to him, every muscle trembling as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her scream ripped through the air as her body arched violently in his arms, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. Before she could catch her breath, he plunged into her again, dragging her into another blinding peak. Wave after wave of heat washed over her, leaving her trembling and spent, sweat and tears streaking her flushed face. Finally, he released deep inside her, collapsing ---- heavily against her, holding her tight, chest pressed to chest, as if he could never let go.