My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 13

“Don’t even think about leaving,” he murmured against her lips, voice dark and breathless. “I won’t let you run.”

Lily didn’t reply. She couldn’t. Her mind was a mess, her body burning. His words shouldn’t have thrilled her, but they did. Shamefully, deeply, they did.

He pulled back, his gaze locking with hers, stormy and wild. “Look at you,” he whispered, running his fingers down her trembling thighs. “You’re shaking for me.”

She bit her lip, unable to deny the heat pulsing between her legs, the ache that had built the moment he stepped too close.

David cupped her core, feeling how soaked she was—not just from the bathwater. A dark, knowing smirk curved his lips. “Disgracefully needy.”

His mouth descended on her neck, licking, sucking, branding her skin with every stroke. She gasped when his fingers slipped between her folds, entering her without hesitation. Two fingers, deep, rhythmic, relentless.

Her back arched violently, her head thrown back. “David....!”

“Say it,” he growled against her ear. “Tell me you want this.”

“I....” Her moan choked her words. She gripped the sides of the tub, water sloshing around them. Her legs twitched, her body quivering around his fingers. “Yes… I want it.”

That was all he needed.

He pulled his fingers free, his eyes burning into hers as he positioned himself. Her breath caught as she felt his length press against her entrance, teasing, threatening.

Slowly—so excruciatingly slow—he began to push in.

Lily cried out, nails digging into his back. “Ahh… too deep…”

But she didn’t stop him.

Water splashed with every thrust, but neither noticed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring him inside her. His lips found her mouth again, swallowing her moans as he moved deeper, harder, faster.

She was lost—utterly lost in him. Her mind blank, her body a trembling vessel of pleasure.

At some point, she wasn’t even sure how they ended up in the bedroom. She only knew that his hands were still on her, his body still inside hers, and her soul felt like it was unraveling under every stroke.

He touched her like she was the only woman alive.

He didn’t mention Marina. Not once.

And in the depth of his eyes, Lily didn’t see guilt. Only desire. Only her.

That night, for the first time in years, she let herself feel again.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room.

Lily stirred in the sheets, eyes still closed. David was already sitting at the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt.

“You’re leaving?” she asked softly.

He turned. “For now.”

She sat up, covering herself. “So what now?”

David paused, then looked at her. “I’ll talk to Marina. She owes you an apology. I’ll make sure you get it.”

Lily blinked, stunned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Are you sure?" she asked slowly, her voice uncertain.

"Yes," David replied, almost too casually. "Someone uploaded the video from that day. Because of that incident, Marina has been suffering at work. Her image is taking a hit."

Lily’s heart twisted. Just when she thought maybe, just maybe, he was finally beginning to understand, he crushed the hope before it even had a chance to bloom. It wasn’t about her. It was never about her. It was always about Marina.

“You’re doing this because of her career?” Lily asked, voice dry.

David nodded, like it was the most reasonable thing in the world. “You just have to forgive her in front of the media, that’s all. Say a few words, make it look sincere, and this will be over. It’s nothing too difficult.”

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