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Chapter 7: Calm After the Storm
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Nathaniel woke before dawn, still on the floor, Caroline half-draped over his chest. The window cast long shadows over her sleeping face, and her hair curled over his ribs like the last piece of his restraint unraveling.She was still here. Still soft. Still his.And it made something savage rise in his chest.He kissed her shoulder. She stirred."Morning," she murmured.He smiled against her skin. “We need to talk.”Caroline blinked. “That’s never a good sentence.”He sat up, cradling her cheek. “Last night... it wasn’t a mistake.”“No,” she agreed. “It wasn’t.”“But it was ammunition. If someone saw us—”“They did.”Nathaniel went still. “What?”Caroline pulled the sheet around her. Her voice was quiet but certain. “A text. Late last night. An anonymous number.”She reached over to the dresser and handed him her phone. His jaw tightened as he read it. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart. You moan prettier than I thought. Careful who you trust.You’ve just handed me everything."Below the mes
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 7: Afterwards
The world was soft gray when Caroline opened her eyes.For a long moment, she didn’t know where she was. The sheets beneath her felt different—warmer, heavier—smelling faintly of cedar and smoke instead of the lavender sachets she kept in her own room. Then the memories of the night before struck her all at once, like a tide crashing back to shore.Nathaniel’s hands. His lips. The way he had moved inside her, slow at first, then relentless, shattering every boundary she had clung to. The sound of his voice, hoarse with possession, whispering Mine.Caroline’s breath caught. She shifted slightly, and that was when she felt him.Nathaniel lay beside her, sprawled across the tangled sheets, one arm flung over her waist as though claiming her even in sleep. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, warm against her back. She could feel the solid weight of his thigh pressed against hers, his breath ghosting the nape of her neck.It should have felt suffocating. Instead, it felt like the fir
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The morning after should have been awkward.Instead, it was worse.It was empty.Caroline woke in a bed that still held the heat of Nathaniel’s body, the sheets tangled and damp with the evidence of what they’d done. But he was gone. No note. No voice. No whisper of regret or reassurance. Just the distant hum of morning birdsong and the too-loud tick of the antique clock above the fireplace.Her body reminded her of him with every small movement—the ache between her thighs, the bruising weight in her hips, the ghost of his breath still clinging to her neck. But where her body hummed, her chest felt hollow.She sat up slowly, hugging the sheet to her chest even though no one was there to see. For a moment she let herself imagine he’d return—carrying a tray, coffee in one hand, that crooked half-smile he only ever showed when he let his guard down. But the silence stretched too long, and the fantasy cracked.When she finally dressed, her hands moved mechanically: stockings, blouse, skir
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 5: The First Time He Claimed Her
It began with silence.Not the comfortable kind, but the silence heavy with the weight of unsaid things. The kind that stretched and stretched until it threatened to break both of them. Caroline stood by the tall window of the guest room, hands trembling as she clutched the hem of her nightgown. The silk clung to her in the lamplight, sheer where it brushed against the curve of her thighs. Nathaniel had given it to her earlier that evening—an unspoken dare wrapped in soft fabric.It was a poor shield for the storm raging inside her.Behind her, the door clicked shut.Her breath caught, but she didn’t turn. She knew who it was. She had felt his presence before the latch even fell into place.“I can’t sleep,” Nathaniel said at last. His voice was low, rough at the edges, dangerous in its quietness. “Not with you down the hall. Not after the way you looked at me at dinner. Like you were starving.”Caroline pressed her palm to the cool pane of glass, trying to ground herself. “And if I wa
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 4: The Widow's Fire
Caroline didn’t sleep.The house was too still, too full of ghosts. Every tick of the old clock pressed into her chest like a nail. She lay in the wide, empty bed, staring up at the dark beams overhead, her thin nightgown plastered to her skin by sweat. Rain whispered against the farmhouse windows, soft and steady, but nothing inside her felt calm. Her body burned, her thoughts chased themselves into knots.Nathaniel’s kiss haunted her.The way his lips claimed hers, bold and unashamed. The heat of his breath when he leaned too close. That terrible, dangerous hunger she’d felt radiating from him—so alive compared to the hollow ache she’d been carrying for months. He had dared her to admit what she felt. She had nearly crumbled.She’d never been touched like that before.Not even by her late husband.The realization carved shame into her bones. She had mourned her husband faithfully. She had worn her widowhood like armor. And yet in the empty places grief left behind, something darker
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 3: Heat in the Hollow
The storm outside had softened into something almost intimate. No longer the furious hammering of rain against the roof or the violent rattle of branches against glass, but a steady patter—gentle, persistent, like a confession whispered and never meant to be heard. The kind of rain that lingered long after the thunder had gone, draping the land in silence heavy as a funeral shroud.Inside the house, though, there was no silence. Not really.Caroline sat in the sitting room where the fire had been burning since dusk. She had stoked it herself, though her hands had trembled with the effort. The flames now leapt and cracked in the hearth, throwing golden light that stretched into the corners of the old room, chasing away the chill but not the unease. A glass of wine sat on the small table beside her, untouched, the deep red catching the firelight like a pool of spilled blood.She had not seen Nathaniel since dinner. He had disappeared without a word, as he so often did, moving through th
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