Claimed By The Rogue Alpha King
She would be thinking about the repercussions after she gets satisfaction from that pleasurable moment.
“Rose,” the man murmured against her lips, his hands roaming her back in search of more contact with her skin. “Rose,” he repeated, the weakness in his voice making her crave more of the unknown man. “Rose.” His lips made sure to make her feel loved, even when they moved to her neck, she felt great. “Rose…”
A groan from her unconscious husband brought her to reality, she pulled away from the man before more could happen.
With haste, she got up, avoided his gaze and said, “You should leave.”
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