Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 253: Hard Questions

*Clack.* *Thud.* I pushed open the heavy wooden door to her room with my shoulder, stepping inside and shutting it behind us with a soft thud, sealing us in the quiet darkness. The room was cool, the air carrying a faint scent of lavender and polished oak, the large bed looming in the shadows, its silk sheets glinting faintly.

I fumbled for a switch, flicking on a soft bedside lamp, its warm glow spilling across the room, illuminating Elizabeth’s naked body in my arms, her dark hair spilling over one shoulder, her big boobs brushing my chest.

"Hehehe, you cheeky fucker," Elizabeth said, giggling against my neck, her breath warm and teasing, her lips brushing my skin as she clung to me, her arms wrapped around my neck, her voice playful in the quiet comfort of her room.

*Plush.* I laid her down on the bed, the silk sheets cool and smooth beneath her, and I leaned over her, our soft skin mingling as I hovered, my body pressed against hers.

I stared into her eyes, her long lashes half-covering one, her gaze sultry and captivating, pulling me in. The room was silent except for our breathing, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across her face, her curves glowing in the dim light.

"Elizabeth, you have me captivated in your eyes," I said, my voice low, honest, the silence of her room wrapping us in a cocoon of intimacy, the weight of the day—Aeri’s rejection, the brothel, the lies—fading under her gaze.

She smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she reached up, cupping one of my cheeks, her fingers warm and soft. "Oh, is that so, Ezra?" she said, her voice sultry, teasing, her thumb brushing my jaw as she held my gaze, her naked body relaxed beneath me, her boobs pressing against my chest.

"Yes, baby," I said, my voice soft, my heart racing as I lowered myself, kissing her deeply, our tongues crashing in a slow, soft kiss, her lips warm and yielding, the taste of wine and smoke lingering.

The kiss deepened, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, our bodies pressed tight, the silk sheets rustling beneath us.

I pulled back slightly, my breath shaky, my eyes catching a glint on the bedside table under the soft glow of the lamp.

A framed photo sat there—Elizabeth and the president, her husband, hugging tightly, their smiles bright, the image a stark reminder of the world outside this moment. I hesitated, my heart skipping a beat.

"By the way, out of curiosity, I wanted to ask you something," I said, my voice low, my eyes flicking back to her, a nervous edge creeping in.

Elizabeth’s smirk widened, her eyes narrowing as she read my thoughts, her fingers still brushing my cheek. "If I love my husband or not?" she asked upfront, her voice teasing but direct, cutting through the silence as she tilted her head, her dark hair spilling across the pillow.

I chuckled, my cheeks flushing, caught off guard by her sharpness. "Hehe, yeah..." I said, my voice light, a grin tugging at my lips. "You know how to read me, huh?"

She laughed, her voice bright and infectious, her boobs jiggling slightly as she shifted beneath me. "Obviously, I see where you’re looking," she said, nodding toward the photo, her eyes glinting with amusement. "That picture’s hard to miss, isn’t it?"

I giggled, my heart racing as I rested my head on her chest, her soft boobs pressing against my cheeks, warm and comforting. She wrapped her arms around me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back, her naked body grounding me in the moment.

"Yeah, it’s kinda staring at us," I said, my voice muffled against her skin, a playful edge to my tone as I tried to push away the guilt about Aeri—*She’s probably alone at home, wondering where I am.*

"Ummm..." Elizabeth murmured, her voice soft, her eyes distant as she stared at the ceiling.

I propped myself up on one elbow, looking down at her, my heart racing as I tried to read her expression.

"What’re you thinking?" I asked, my voice low, a small smile tugging at my lips as I brushed a strand of hair from her face, the lamp’s glow catching her long lashes.

She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "About what you just asked," she said, her voice thoughtful, her fingers pausing on my arm as she glanced at the photo on the bedside table—her and the president, her husband, hugging tightly, their smiles frozen in time. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

I chuckled, pulling her closer, her naked body pressing against my chest, her warmth grounding me. "Is it that hard to answer, babe?" I asked, my voice teasing, my arm wrapping around her, feeling the soft curve of her waist under my fingers.

Elizabeth sighed, her eyes softening as she looked up at me, her boobs pressing against my chest, her breath warm against my skin. "Not like that, but..." she said, her voice trailing off, her gaze flickering back to the photo. "I’ve cheated on him so many times, Ezra, I’ve lost count." Her tone was honest, almost heavy.

I nodded, my heart racing. "Yeah, I kinda figured that already," I said, my voice light but understanding, a small grin tugging at my lips. "But sex and love are different, right? It’s not like you wanna marry every guy you sleep with or make them your life partner, yeah?"

She laughed softly, her eyes glinting with amusement as she shifted closer, her boobs pressing tighter against my chest, her hand resting on my shoulder. "Hmm, you’re right," she said, her voice warm, her smirk returning as she looked up at me. "You’re smarter than you look, Ezra, you know that?"

I grinned, my heart lightening at her teasing, my eyes flicking to the photo on the table. I reached over, picking it up, the frame cool in my hand, the image of Elizabeth and her husband glowing under the lamp’s soft light. "So, which is it?" I asked, my voice playful but curious, holding the photo up for her to see. "Do you love him or not? Look at the picture, feel it, and tell me." My tone was teasing, my grin widening as I nudged her gently, the silk sheets rustling beneath us.

"Fuck you!" Elizabeth said, laughing, her hand swatting my chest, the sound sharp but playful, her body shaking with giggles as she buried her face in my chest. "You’re such a brat, Ezra," she said, her voice muffled, her arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer, her laughter infectious in the quiet room.