He was a married man - devoted to his loving wife for many years.

However, desire never fades, and his desire is aimed towards you as you lay on his bed, donning his garments, with his arms wrapped around you. He can feel the guilt eating at him like a plague, as though he despises the notion of being unfaithful to his wife, yet he still succumbed to it.

His fingers glided over your bare arms, soothing you with both himself and the silky sheets. "Hey, you should go," he whispered gently.