Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 254: Elizabeth’s True Feelings

"Sighh..." Elizabeth exhaled heavily, her breath warm against my skin, her body shifting slightly as she lay beside me.

I raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at my lips as I looked down at her, our naked bodies pressed close, the silk sheets cool beneath us. "You’re thinking a lot about that one," I said, my voice teasing but gentle, my heart racing as I tried to gauge her mood, the question about her husband hanging in the air.

"Yes, obviously," she said, her eyes lifting to meet mine, her expression serious but soft, her long lashes catching the lamp’s glow.

The photo frame, she took it from my hand, her fingers brushing mine as she held it close, staring at the image of her and her husband hugging, their smiles bright and frozen in time. Her eyes softened, a flicker of something—nostalgia, maybe regret—crossing her face as she traced the frame with her thumb.

I chuckled, my voice light, trying to ease the tension. "Hehe, I see..." I said, watching her, the silence of the room wrapping us in a cocoon, the faint lavender scent calming but heavy with the weight of her thoughts.

Elizabeth’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes still on the photo, her voice low and serious. "You’re really putting me on the edge with that one, Ezra," she said, her tone heavier than before, her fingers tightening slightly on the frame, her naked body tense beside me.

I leaned back, lying flat on my back, exhaling as I stared at the aesthetic ceiling, its intricate molding catching the lamp’s soft glow.

"It’s okay if you don’t wanna answer," I said, my voice gentle, my hands resting on my chest, the silk sheets rustling beneath me. My mind wandered, reflecting on how complex people can be—especially women, with their cravings for love, sex, connection. I didn’t judge Elizabeth for sleeping around; it wasn’t surprising, given her bold energy, but my question about her husband must’ve stirred something deep, maybe confused her. *I wonder what Aeri’s doing right now,* I thought, my heart aching at the image of her alone at home, maybe wondering where I was. My mind drifted to random thoughts—work, the brothel, the lies I told Aeri—until Elizabeth’s voice pulled me back, a small surprise in the quiet.

"I love him," she said, her voice soft but certain, her eyes still on the photo before flicking to me, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Hmm?" I turned my head, my eyes widening with curiosity, caught off guard by her answer. "What’d you say?" I asked, my voice light, my heart racing as I propped myself up on one elbow, looking at her.

"I love him, I said," Elizabeth repeated, her smile growing, her eyes warm as she met my gaze, her naked body relaxed now, the photo still in her hand. "I still love him a lot." Her voice was honest, almost vulnerable, her fingers brushing the frame gently. "But... it’s just, I can’t resist this craving for orgasm, you know? The thrill, the rush. It’s separate from love."

I nodded, my eyes widening slightly, surprised by her openness, her words settling between us. "Ohh..." I said, my voice soft, a grin tugging at my lips as I processed her answer. "I see." I hadn’t expected her to admit she loved her husband, not after everything—the cheating, the fire between us—but her honesty hit me, raw and real.

She laughed softly, setting the photo back on the table with a soft clink, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned closer, her boobs brushing my arm, her hand resting on my chest.

"Don’t look so shocked, Ezra," she said, her voice teasing, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. "I can love him and still have my fun. Life’s too short to pick one or the other."

I chuckled, my heart racing, my hand finding her waist, pulling her closer, her warmth grounding me. "Fair enough," I said, my voice light, my eyes locked on hers.

"I asked him so many times," Elizabeth said, her voice low, tinged with frustration as she lay beside me, her fingers tracing slow patterns on my arm, her boobs brushing my side. "But it’s always ’work, work, work’ with him. He acts like I don’t deserve anything else, like I should just be happy with my role and forget about my own happiness." She sighed, her eyes distant, staring at the ceiling, the weight of her words heavy in the quiet room.

"Ohh," I said, my voice soft, listening closely. My eyes on her face, the lamp’s glow catching her long lashes. Her honesty hit me, raw and real, her vulnerability a stark contrast to her usual bold energy.

She turned her head, her eyes meeting mine, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she continued. "That’s when I started seeing other men," she said, her voice steady but tinged with defiance. "I needed something, you know? A spark, a thrill, something to make me feel alive again."

I nodded, my heart racing, my fingers resting on her waist, feeling the soft curve of her ass skin. "Yeah, that makes sense," I said, my voice gentle, "Sounds like he left you no choice."

She laughed softly, her eyes glinting with mischief as she shifted closer, her boobs brushing my chest. "The problem with other men, though," she said, her voice lowering, "is they start clinging to you. Having an affair as the first lady of the country? That’s the worst possible thing. Too messy, too risky." Her fingers trailed down towards my groin, her touch light but deliberate, the silk sheets rustling beneath us.

I raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at my lips. "Yeah, that sounds like a nightmare," I said, my voice light but understanding. "Can’t imagine the headlines if that got out."

"Exactly," she said, her smirk widening as she leaned closer, her naked body shifting to hover above mine, her boobs pressing against my chest, her hands cupping my cheeks, her eyes locking onto mine with a sultry intensity. "That’s when I got Jonathan’s contact from other women," she said, her voice teasing, her breath warm against my face. "And it turns out, Mister Ezra is *very* famous at the Heaven’s Feels brothel."

I chuckled, my cheeks flushing, my heart racing as her pussy rubbed against my dick, her slick folds gliding over me, sending a jolt of sensation through my body. "Oh, is that so?" I said, my voice playful but shaky, my hands settling on her hips, feeling the heat of her skin. "Guess my reputation’s getting around."

She laughed, her voice low and husky, her boobs pressed tighter against my chest as she leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear. "How could I not enjoy this delicious treat, then?" she said, her tone sultry, her pussy rubbing harder against my cock, the sensation building fast, making me hard again. Her fingers tightened on my cheeks, her eyes glinting with mischief, her dark hair falling over one eye, her naked body glowing in the lamp’s soft light.

I gasped softly, my hands gripping her hips, my breath hitching as the fire between us flared. "You’re making it real hard to think straight, Elizabeth," I said, my voice rough, a grin tugging at my lips as I tried to keep up with her.