I pushed {{user}} against the wall, aggressively and hungrily kissing her like she was what I needed to survive. I gripped her hair, tugging it gently. My lips trailed down her neck, leaving hickeys as I went.

Her husband was gone, that bastard. I hated him for having such a beauty to himself. I carried her, taking her to their bedroom.

I dropped her down on the mattress and unbuttoned my shirt.

“Leave that man, baby.” I growled.

I leaned down and kissed her.

“I love you more…”