Lust Conquers All
She lay in the bed and pulled the covers over her exposed body. Even after the way he’d ravaged her she felt nervous about him looking at her. He’d felt nearly every inch of her, seen her body more properly than she ever had, but somehow lying next to him exposed seemed more indecent than any of that. When he laid a hand on her shoulder all her muscles tensed. He ran his hands over her back, massaging and caressing her. His lips found their way to her ear where he told her how beautiful and sexy she was in a lustful growl.
She couldn’t let this go on. It was wildly inappropriate. Not only that but she knew he didn’t love her, and she had someone who did. Yet every time he spoke to her asking her to stay behind she found herself waiting. His authority over her made her scared to say no, but that wasn’t what made her wait for him every time.
He was intoxicating and his attention, while extremely misplaced on her, made her feel like a goddess. She certainly had it in her to stand up to him and tell him off—to tell him to leave her alone and that she was taken, but invariably she heeded to his requests. His words and touches filled her with ecstasy like no one else’s could. The fact that he, who could choose any woman he desired, directed his attention at her made her feel such a goddess.
It did, at least, until after she’d been ravaged. After her body and been so thoroughly kissed and stroked and the elation wore off and thoughts of sense began to populate her mind. She knew he didn’t love her and she had someone who did, someone she’d horribly betrayed. Guilt consumed her as she lay unclothed in bed with him. How could she be so unfaithful? She felt so used, and she did every time. She felt like the lowliest of mortals. Yet she could never bring herself to deny his requests to stay behind.
