The Wrong Woman

Imogen could feel the changes in Jasper's body.

His breath tickled the back of her neck, sending waves of heat through her, leaving her breathless. His large hands effortlessly found sensitive spots on her body, teasing her both intentionally and unintentionally.

Imogen surrendered herself in his embrace. When it came to intimacy, he was adept without needing any guidance. Imogen's body tensed and subtly tightened.

Jasper wrapped his arms around her slender waist and slowly pulled her closer. Imogen closed her eyes. Unsure of what to do, she allowed him to take the lead.

"Imogen, is this okay for you?" he murmured huskily, his voice deep and seductive.

With her eyes shut, Imogen nodded, her hands nervously gripping the blanket.

With her consent, Jasper grew notably excited. He desired to explore more intimate positions with her, hoping to captivate her and earn her affection, even if it was solely for his prowess in this aspect. Their intimacy unfolded over an hour, rendering Imogen in exhaustion. She felt a mix of contentment and unease, both spellbound and bashful. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep.

Jasper embraced her fragrant and soft body and fell asleep himself, thoroughly satisfied.

The next morning, as Imogen was sleeping groggily, she suddenly felt someone caressing her body. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked sleepily and glanced at Jasper beside her. Jasper was holding her waist, his hand gripping her thighs and slowly sliding them to his side.

he greeted

eyelids, muttering, "You're touching me. How could I not be

eyes filled with fondness

her eyes, Imogen asked, "What time

"Around seven," Jasper replied.

fell silent, her thoughts drifting to the

ask him about it but didn't dare to voice it. Despite contemplating divorce, she found herself oddly invested

opposed

the marriage. She felt torn between

whole situation left her overwhelmed

As he pressed deeper, she blushed and bit her lip, her body

do some morning

Imogen panted, struggling to keep up with his pace. "You

He then kissed her lips, and her cheek, and slowly moved toward

been restraining himself. If he truly let go, fulfilling his normal desires, he'd want to spend