It Should Have Been Like This (The Revised Version)

Chapter 60: justification

I was taken aback, even though I had anticipated it. My body froze for a moment, caught in the throes of a forbidden desire.

I was kissing the enemy!

He was kissing me!

I should stop!

But instead of pulling away, I found myself responding, my lips dancing with his in a dangerous ballet. This single act sealed my fate. He slid his leg beneath mine, adjusting our position on the bed to make me more comfortable, though comfort was the last thing on my mind. Rominic's hands roamed my body, tracing a path of desire up my neck and into my hair. He had a particular fondness for my hair, always tangling his fingers in it. A soft moan escaped from both of us, swallowed by our joined lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my legs twitching with the urge to wrap around his waist. There was too much space between us, too much distance. I yearned to close that gap, to press myself against him, to feel the friction that would quench my burning desire.

I traced the tips of my nails along his bare back, feeling the smooth skin yield beneath my touch. I could feel the scars there, a testament to battles fought and won. I wondered again how he had acquired them. The last time I had seen Rominic naked, he had been unmarred, but now there were scars, especially on his back and stomach. He groaned at my touch, a sound that sent a thrill of satisfaction through me. I loved the way our lips moved together, melding into one as if we were two halves of a whole. I had missed this connection, this intimacy.

Rominic tugged at my hair, a smile playing on his lips as I moaned into his mouth. I knew he was trying to restrain himself, to not let his hands wander too far. His taste was as intoxicating as ever, a sweet nectar that was a testament to his love for sugary treats. He consumed more junk food than his own children, a habit that had imbued his taste with an irresistible sweetness. That taste was pulling me in, drawing me deeper into this dangerous dance of desire.

Fortunately, we both needed to catch our breath, so we reluctantly pulled apart. Despite my efforts to focus on the current situation, my thoughts kept drifting back to his plump, freshly kissed lips that I had made swollen, his intoxicating taste, and his alluring scent enveloping me in a delightful suffocation. Neither of us made a move to break away; in fact, he inched closer, his attention shifting to my jawline, trailing tantalizingly towards my ears, but stopping just short of my neck to avoid overstepping boundaries. While I struggled to regain my composure, my body instinctively pressed against his, refusing to release its hold.

"Stay composed, Lavender, stay composed," I repeated in my mind, trying to convince myself that my actions were merely a ploy to give him a glimmer of hope before my inevitable retaliation.

Yes, that was the justification.

My breath hitched as his moist lips grazed my neck, prompting a gasp to escape my lips. Sensing a hint of hesitance in his movements, I felt a surge of boldness within me. Without a second thought, I grasped the nape of his neck and found myself entwining my fingers in his hair, guiding his face back to my neck. It was like a silent agreement between us as his hand slid along the curve of my thighs, inching my nightdress upwards. I pushed away any thoughts of where his hands might wander and surrendered to the sensations of his lips on my skin.

His kisses, nips, and gentle suction ignited a frenzied turmoil in my mind. I knew the aftermath would be a canvas of love bites adorning my neck and collarbones, but the consequences could wait. As long as I could lose myself in the moment without dwelling on the repercussions, nothing else mattered.

A guttural moan escaped me, echoing in the room with a sense of urgency that made me worry about our children overhearing. Abruptly, he withdrew, moving away so swiftly that I barely registered his departure. I met his darkened eyes filled with lust, trying to steady myself from the euphoria his touch had left me in.