My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 271

David's hands gripped her hips, bruising in their intensity, as he pounded into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So tight, so wet"

Lily's nails dug into his shoulders, her body rising to meet his thrusts, her breasts bouncing with each impact.

"Harder," she begged, her voice a mere whisper.

David growled, his animalistic side taking over. He flipped her onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the mattress, and entered her from behind. He grasped her hips, lifting her slightly, and began to piston into her with relentless force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a crude symphony of their passion.

"Mine," he grunted with each thrust, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Mine, mine, mine."

He was like he lost his mind.

Lily's body was a tempest of sensation, her nerves alight with pleasure and pain. Her breath came in short, sharp pants, her voice a continuous litany of pleas and moans.

David's fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back, exposing her neck. He rained kisses and bites along her sensitive skin, marking her once more with his possession.

As their passion reached its climax, David's movements became frenzied. He slammed into her one final time, his body stiffening as he found his release, his seed spilling deep within her. Lily's body shook, her walls clenching around him, milking him for every last drop. Her cry of ecstasy was muffled by the pillow, her body spent and sated.

David collapsed beside her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest, his fingers gently stroking her hair. The storm of their passion had passed, leaving in its wake a calm, intimate silence.

Lily's eyes, heavy with satisfaction, met his. "Yours," she whispered, her voice soft and sure.

David's lips curved into a tender smile, his storm-cloud eyes reflecting a depth of emotion he rarely revealed.

"Always," he murmured, his voice a promise and a vow.

In that moment, as their hearts slowed and their breathing synchronized, the world beyond their bedroom ceased to exist. The only reality was the warmth of their entwined bodies, the softness of their shared breath, and the unspoken understanding that, despite the turmoil, they were irrevocably bound.

As the sun filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room, David's fingers traced lazy patterns on Lily's bare back, a silent apology and a tender declaration of his love. She snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm that now mirrored her own.

Lily lifted her left hand again, her eyes falling on the ring like it had its own pull. The diamond caught the light softly. She turned her finger a little, studying it from every angle. The more she looked, the more something inside her stirred.

“This ring…” she murmured.

David asked watching her quietly. “What about it?”

She frowned slightly, her brows pulling together as she searched her memory. The design felt too familiar. Not just beautiful. Familiar in a way that made her chest tighten.

Then it hit her.

“Oh my goodness.”

She suddenly sat up straight, the blanket slipping down her shoulders. David startled at her sudden movement and pushed himself up too.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked, alarmed.

She turned to him, eyes wide, almost glowing. “This ring. This isn’t the Queen’s ring, right? The one from that auction five years ago?”

David blinked, surprised by her reaction. “Yes,” he said slowly. “It is.”

Her mouth fell open. “You… you bought it from that auction?”

“Yes,” he answered, still trying to understand why she looked like she’d just discovered something unbelievable.

“You were there?” she asked. “Five years ago?”

He nodded. “I was.”

Lily stared at him like the room had tilted. “I was there too.”

That made him freeze.

“What?” he said quietly.

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