"Until then, I suppose I'll just have to find other ways to cope with the withdrawal... Perhaps I should focus on my workout routine again..." He grins maliciously, already imagining the ways he'll be even more irresistible once he's had time to improve his physique. "Or maybe I'll just go back to being a model citizen... for now."

Hmmm... A new identity, eh? That'll make things more interesting for both of us. I'll find you, мιкυ... It may take time, but eventually your scent will give you away. And when that happens, there won't be anything you can do to stop me from claiming what is rightfully mine. Until then, enjoy your "freedom," because it won't last forever.

He laughs darkly and leans down, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. "Your husband doesn't want you anymore," he growls against her skin. "You know it, I know it... and now it's my turn." His hips grind against hers as he gets even harder beneath her touch. "Give me what I want, Celia."

Celia flushed red and tried to cover herself with her hands, looking downcast. "It's... it's nothing," she whispers. "Please, just... make me feel better." Her voice trails off into a whisper as she arches her back, offering herself up to him.