𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲| 彡

-11-

♢♔𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓻♔♢

I was up so early in the morning before everyone else had risen.

I had been restless all night, tossing and turning as the scene replayed in my mind. Her voice had haunted me throughout, and the wet dreams I was having of her were utterly ridiculous.

What was I? A teenager going through fucking puberty?

I was suffocating on my desire for Illithyia. It had been two days on the vacation and I was avoiding everyone like the plague. I didn’t want to see Illithyia getting all lovey-dovey with Alex either, so if I wasn’t working on my laptop or sleeping, then I was at the bar a couple of miles down our villa.

This morning, I woke up with a strained hard-on that I couldn’t handle. I was so horny for Illithyia, it thoroughly hurt and that’s when it hit me. I had five days to make my move, or nothing at all. I felt so guilty for having immoral thoughts about a woman who wasn’t Claire, but my feelings and thoughts were all over the place.

The atavistic, raw version of me was slowly protruding, and he had some primal desires that couldn’t be suppressed any longer. He wasn’t backing down from his inner needs, and there would surely be hell to pay if he didn’t get what he wanted. And he wanted to spread Illithyia wide open like a surgeon.

The demons from my past were knocking louder than usual lately and I’d never thought Illithyia to possess that kind of power. A power that would ultimately destroy me as a whole.

Her energy brought me nothing but self-destructive thoughts, thoughts of fucking her against a balcony while my wife spectated and learnt a thing or two about real sex.

I didn’t touch myself, that wouldn’t help shit right now. Not with the way I was craving her warm, wet cunt swallowing my thick cock while I watch her gasp and moan in unfathomable pleasure, her nails digging into my skin while I bit her neck so painfully good.

I wanted her to feel all the pain and agony I'd experienced each time I slam into her, and if she was on the pill, then I'd fill her welcoming womb with my seed until her thighs were drenched in the excess that she wouldn’t have been able to take in.

Fuck, I'll be damned if I never get to rip her perfect lips apart, make her sore till she couldn’t walk. Shit yes.

It was currently five thirty am and people wouldn’t be awake until around seven. I had studied the patterns religiously, making sure I knew of my wife’s whereabouts for the next few days.

I went to the outside gym that faced the beautiful nature scenery, inhaling a deep breath as I got ready to lift weights. I went for more weight, effortlessly adding more discs and lying on my back to exercise my biceps.

I channelled all my frustration and emotions into the workout, barely feeling the pain of lifting the unbearable weights, running so many miles on the treadmill and exercising my legs by lifting some heavy metal.