His eyes grew somewhat darker as he spoke those words and Neriah could only wonder if he was sending her a message of sorts. Was he indirectly telling her he would kill her lover if he caught him?
"So Neriah, stay away from him." Her eyes suddenly opened wider than it was. "Whoever he is. Do not meet him again. I shall permit you to hold him in your heart. So love him from afar and I will keep taking your hate and body. Just, never meet him again." He was not hiding it. He was not even trying to hide his malice toward her lover. He still did not know who it was, but Neriah could see he was not joking. "Lest he returns to his maker quicker than he was destined to."
"You—" She opened her lips to talk but he covered her words with his kisses and before she could try and even regain her senses, she felt that hot member slide into her and she gripped his shoulders with her hands as her back arched.
"Neriah," He muttered her name as he began to thrust into her. "Riah," It was like an unholy chant upon his lips, one he wasn’t supposed to utter but could not help spilling out.
"Riah," Her name echoed in her ears as the height of pleasure grew more intense with each thrust from her husband, "is mine." He whispered like a spell that would never be broken. Like a curse he was releasing into the air to be spread around just the two of them.
"Riah is mine." He continued and her moans of pleasure filled the air and at some point, she could no longer hold it in so she parted her lips and just let the word slip out by itself just like she had wanted it to the first night she laid with this man...
"Barak," His name, the sweetest moan she had ever uttered. She had desperately wished she knew his name that night they met so she could call it out as he did those things to her. Now she knew it, she had never called it but something about the night made it impossible to hold back.
"Ba_rak," His name came in gaps and for a moment, he paused and his eyes held hers with what seemed to be awe. And he kissed her eyes and her nose, her cheek and her chin. Then once again, he took her lips. It was tender yet hungry, hot yet it made her shiver beautifully.
"Call me again." He crooned atop her lips and resumed business. Thrusting with the aim of taking them both to that sweet peak.
And just as he had asked, she had called his name, turning it into a chant just like he had done hers. And when they both climbed down from that high peak they had reached, Neriah felt filled and exhausted, but the heat coming from his body was intoxicating. And his hand that was starting to touch her core all over again was tempting, so when he slid into her the second time that night, she was surprised because they usually always did it just once, but she did not refuse.
Because as much as he wanted it... She wanted it too. So they did it again and again and again and again and when they were both finally satiated; or more like they were truly drained, it was close to dawn. They could already hear some annoying cocks from only the gods know where, crowing so early like they were in a competition against each other.
He had carried her to the bathroom. She tried to walk on her own but she could not take a step without staggering so he had carried her. And although they believed they were truly drained, the slightly cold water seemed to send new energy into their bodies that was soon merged together once again on the bathroom floors.
They were not satiated... Not even close!
...
After their night together again, Neriah had come to a conclusion... She enjoyed the things he did to her in bed... No she loved it. Seeing that she did not complain when for the first time since they had come to know each other, he did it more than once. He went round after round and even though her back ached, she wanted more.
She could not deny that fact any longer.
He had been the one to awaken the sexual hunger in her, and she loved how that hunger was always satisfied by him. That was the reason why she was never able to fight him if he started touching her seductively. Because she also looked forward to it.
She had done some thinking and she realized, there was no running away from it. It was just part of her role as his wife. At least for the time when she was still his wife. It was a duty she had to fulfill. So she was not going to think too much about it.
Loving what they did in bed was not the same thing as loving the man who did those things with her though. She still loathed him and loved Lyle, and she was still going to go through with her plans with Lyle.
Just that for now, just like how she had slept with him to use him when they first met, she was going to continue using his body to satisfy her sexual desires. She was never going to ask for it first, but whenever he asked for it, she would not refuse because it was most likely that she would also want it.
There was no point in trying to overthink. Even Lyle told her to get closer to him, so being with him while they both satisfied their sexual desires was definitely a way of getting closer to him. So she no longer felt any guilt toward Lyle. She knew he would understand her if she explained to him that she had no choice but to sleep with Barak since she was his wife.
So it was settled, she wanted their times in bed together, but as for the man himself. His fate remained the same... He would have to die eventually.