A Night of Desire

From the doorway of the first-floor living room to the bed in the second-floor bedroom, the man and woman were practically glued together, kissing, spinning, and stumbling their way there.

Throughout the entire process, Clara Grant’s mind was a complete blank. She only knew to hold tightly onto Seth Quinn, enduring his passionate kisses and haphazard caresses.

It wasn’t until Seth pinned her down on the large bed and his hands began to tug at her clothes that Clara suddenly came to her senses. She opened her eyes and reached out to stop him. "Don’t..."

Seth looked up at her, panting. "Clara, you promised me at the hospital. You can’t go back on your word, can you?"

Clara Grant struggled to sit up. From their recent, fiery kisses, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were hazy with desire. Her gaze was full of affection, and her glistening lips were slightly swollen.

The sight made Seth, who was already burning with desire, lose all control. Without another word, he pushed her back down and leaned in for another kiss.

But Clara placed a hand over his lips, stopping him. "Seth, no, we can’t," she said, her breath unsteady. "Didn’t you hear what Dr. Linden said? He said you... you shouldn’t do any... strenuous exercise for a month... It’s... bad for your injury."

Seth froze. ’So, she was worried about my health!’

He smirked. "Don’t listen to him. He’s just jealous that I have a wife! I know my own body better than anyone. Forget once, we could go all night and it wouldn’t affect me at all..."

With that, he pulled her hand away from his lips and kissed her again.

Clara let out a soft whimper. Through a small gap between their lips, she managed to ask worriedly, "Really?"

"I’m sure!" he insisted. "Couldn’t be more sure!"

With a soft sigh, Seth deepened the kiss...

...

When the two of them were finally bare before each other, Clara shyly closed her eyes. Her body trembled slightly, a clear sign of her nervousness.

"S-Seth... The... the second time... it... it won’t hurt, will it?" She knew that a woman’s first time was supposed to be very painful, but she had been drugged and unconscious for hers, so she hadn’t felt the excruciating pain she’d heard so much about.

’The second time shouldn’t hurt, right?’ She was terrified.

Seth was lost in a haze of desire and didn’t immediately register her words. Panting, he asked, "Wh-what second time?"

Clara couldn’t help but open her eyes. She saw beads of sweat trickling down his handsome temples, a sight she found incredibly sexy. His lean, powerful physique was equally alluring.

It wasn’t as if she’d never seen him naked before, but Clara still shyly turned her head away, not daring to look any longer. "It’s... it’s the second time..." she stammered.

Seth had just shifted into position, carefully preparing to enter the place he had longed for, when her words finally registered. He froze.

’How could I have forgotten about that!’

’Clara has always thought she lost her virginity to me that night she was drugged! And I... I confessed to every other lie, but I completely forgot about this one!’

’So what do I do now? Pretend I didn’t hear her and just take her? Deal with it later?’

’Or do I stop, right at this crucial moment, and tell her the truth? Confess everything?’

Seth’s hesitation lasted only a moment. He didn’t speak or move. Instead, he simply gazed at her and softly called her name, "Clara."