PASSSIONATE NIGHT

SALOME

I lay completely still in the dark as his body pressed close against mine. I could feel his heat radiating through my thin nightgown, and then I felt his massive, hard arousal pressing firmly against my lower back.

A sharp surge of desire hit me instantly. Deep down, a part of me desperately wanted my wet core to swallow him whole, to lose myself in him and forget every ounce of pain I had felt over the last few weeks. But then, like a splash of ice water, the memories came rushing back into my mind—the cold, lonely nights sitting alone in this massive room, the untouched dinners, his sharp voice yelling at me on the phone, and the humiliating picture of Miriam’s arms wrapped around his neck.

Before I could move or process the ache in my chest, his hand slid down my waist and moved up under my top. His fingers brushed against my skin, gently fondling and playing with my soft breasts. His touch was warm and maddening. My nipples hardened immediately beneath his knuckles, and a quiet gasp escaped my lips into the quiet room.

At this point, I could no longer hold back my body's reaction. I was already dripping wet, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. A hundred questions burned on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to turn around and ask him if he didn't get enough satisfaction from Miriam tonight. I wanted to demand to know why he was choosing me right now, after weeks of tossing me aside like a useless ornament.

But no words came out. The overwhelming sensation consumed my breath.

Williams leaned in, his heavy chest pressing down on me as he gently pushed my nightgown up past my hips. Without a word, he positioned himself behind me and drove himself smoothly inside me.

Oh, Goddess.

The sheer intensity of it made my head spin. In my mind, a fleeting voice whispered that I was still just the little servant who used to scrub his kitchen floors, but right now, at this exact moment, the powerful Alpha was wholly inside me.

I instinctively parted my legs wider, accommodating every single inch of his thick length. I arched my back into his broad chest, letting out a soft sigh as he began to move with steady, powerful thrusts. He reached over, turning my face toward his, and captured my lips in a passionate, intense kiss. It wasn't the distant forehead kiss he usually gave me; this was deep, urgent, and filled with a raw intensity that made my entire body shiver.

"Salome..." he growled low in his throat between heavy breaths, his lips tracing down my neck as his rhythm increased. "You are so tight... so incredibly sweet."

He took me through three passionate rounds that night, filling the silent bedroom with low groans, soft whimpers, and the skin-on-skin friction of our bodies. He kept whispering how sweet I felt to him, holding me so tightly that there was zero space between us. When we were both completely exhausted, he pulled the heavy duvet over us and wrapped his arms around me. I fell asleep locked in his tight embrace, feeling warm for the very first time since I moved into the palace.

The next morning, the bright sunlight creeping through the high windows woke me up from a heavy sleep.

I blinked my eyes open and looked across the bed. Williams was already up. He was dressed in a crisp, sharp suit, standing near the full-length mirror as he adjusted his watch. He was fully ready for work, preparing to slip out of the room just like he did every single day.

A sudden impulse flared up inside me. I didn't want him to just walk out again.

I sat up slowly, letting the bedsheets slip down past my waist. Then, looking directly at his reflection in the mirror, I deliberately stripped off my clothes, letting the silk fabric drop onto the mattress, leaving my naked body completely exposed in the morning light.

Williams froze in place. Through the mirror, his eyes locked onto my bare skin, taking in the sight of my full breasts, my soft waist, and the faint flush still lingering on my thighs from last night. I saw his dark eyes widen, his throat working as he swallowed hard. The sharp, professional posture he held just a second ago completely shattered.

He didn't say a word. He unclipped his gold watch, tossed it onto the nightstand, and tore off his suit jacket. In seconds, he was stripping his clothes off with urgent, heavy movements.

He climbed back onto the bed, pulling me beneath him, and made love to me just like he did last night—wild, deep, and completely breathless. The morning light washed over us as our bodies met again in a rhythmic, intoxicating heat until we both reached a shattering climax together.

Afterward, as we lay tangled in the messy sheets, Williams didn't immediately pull away. He hovered over me, his thumb gently stroking and playing with my sensitive clitoris, sending tiny electrical shivers trailing up my spine. I closed my eyes, resting my hands on his muscular shoulders, breathing heavily.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The sharp, loud ring of his smartphone shattered the quiet atmosphere. It was sitting on the nightstand right beside his watch.

Williams didn't stop his fingers from playing with me, but he reached over with his free hand and picked up the device. He glanced at the screen, tapped the green button, and put it on speaker mode as he set it down on the mattress between us.

"Alpha Williams," he said, his voice deep and slightly raspy from the morning effort.

"Williams," Miriam’s voice echoed clearly through the speaker.

My heart skipped a beat, and my body went rigid. I stared at the phone, holding my breath, waiting for the sweet, romantic words I feared she would say.

"The sports journalists are requesting an official statement regarding yesterday's match results," Miriam said, her tone sharp, dry, and strictly professional. "The penalty call in the second period is being challenged by our club lawyers. Did your management submit the official video footage to the league board yet?"

"My assistant sent the footage at eight this morning," Williams replied calmly, his hand still lazily caressing my warm skin beneath the sheets. "The league board will review it before noon. Tell your legal team to wait for the official verdict."

"Fine," Miriam sighed, sounding annoyed. "Make sure your public relations team doesn't release any biased statements to the press before the board speaks."

"They won't," Williams said flatly. "Is that all?"

"Yes. Goodbye."

Click.

The call ended, leaving only the quiet sound of our heavy breathing in the room.

I lay there on the bed, my mind completely stunned. I had listened to every single word, every tone, and every pause in their conversation. There was no affection in her voice. There was no secret intimacy, no pet names, and no flirtatious teasing. It was purely about hockey strategy, club lawyers, and media press releases.

Williams slid his phone back onto the stand, completely unfazed, and leaned down to place a warm, soft kiss on my collarbone.

"I need to head to the office now," he murmured against my skin before sliding out of bed to head toward the bathroom.

I sat up slowly, wrapping the bedsheet tightly around my chest as I watched his tall figure walk away.

A strange, confusing realization began to take root in my heart. Was I wrong this whole time?

Could it be that there was actually nothing romantic going on between them anymore? Could all those pictures, the smug text messages, and the subtle taunts from Miriam have been nothing more than a desperate trap to destroy my peace and ruin my marriage from the inside?

My mind was spinning fast. The golden seat at the arena, the way he claimed me in front of thousands, his touch last night, and the lifeless phone call I just heard all pointed in one direction. But after weeks of crying myself to sleep, I couldn't just rely on guesses and assumptions. I needed absolute proof. I needed to confirm the complete truth once and for all.