Forgotten Pleasure | Venable vs Winters [Book 2]

Chapter 26 | Never Be the Same

In the quiet stillness of the night, Wilhemina lay awake in her bed, her thoughts consumed by the events of the evening. Starting from Emilia's unexpected arrival, her drunken actions, and the passionate kiss they had shared lingered in her mind, a ferocious whirlwind of emotions that left her heart racing and her senses heightened.

As she lay in bed, the soft sounds of Emilia's breathing filled the room, a gentle reminder of her presence. Despite the chaos of their encounter, Wilhemina couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt toward Emilia—the way her lips had tasted of alcohol and desire, the way her touch had ignited a fire within her that she couldn't extinguish.

But even as her body yearned for Emilia's touch, Wilhemina knew that she had to put her morality first. Their affair, while undeniably intoxicating, was fraught with complications, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down, no matter how tempting the prospect.

Lost in her thoughts, the woman was suddenly jolted awake by a soft, sensual sound that echoed through the cabin. At first, she thought it was merely a figment of her imagination, a manifestation of her desire for Emilia.

But as the sound grew louder, more urgent, Wilhemina realized with a start that it was coming from Emilia herself. Her heart racing, she turned to look at the sleeping figure beside her, her breath catching in her throat at the sight.

Emilia lay sprawled across the bed, her features relaxed in sleep, her lips parted ever so slightly as she emitted soft, sensual sounds that sent a shiver down Wilhemina's spine. It was as if she was lost in a dream, a world of pleasure and ecstasy that only she could see.

Unable to tear her gaze away, Wilhemina found herself drawn to Emilia in a way she had never experienced before—a primal, raw desire that threatened to consume her whole. But even as her body screamed for release, she knew that she had to resist, to hold herself back from crossing that dangerous line once again.

With a heavy sigh, she turned away from Emilia, her resolve strengthened by the sound of her intoxicating moans. Venable knew that she had made the right decision in offering Emilia shelter for the night, but as she lay awake in the darkness, the memory of those sensuous sounds haunted her, a reminder of the forbidden temptation that lurked just beyond her reach.

As she lay awake in the darkness, the memory of Emilia's lustful sounds continued to echo in her mind, a tantalizing refrain that refused to fade. Despite her best efforts to push aside her desires, she found herself unable to escape the intoxicating pull of Emilia's presence.

With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew evident, thickening the air with an unspoken hunger that hung between them like a veil. Wilhemina's heart raced as she struggled to control the torrent of emotions raging within her, her body betraying her with every erratic beat.

But even as she fought against the temptation, a part of her couldn't help but be drawn to Emilia—the way her blonde hair cascaded in soft waves across the pillow, the way her lips curved into a gentle smile even in sleep, the way her breath hitched ever so slightly with each delicate movement.

Unable to resist any longer, Wilhemina reached out tentatively, her fingers tracing the outline of Emilia's jaw with a feather-light touch. The girl stirred beneath her touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she shifted closer, seeking out the warmth of Wilhemina's embrace.

In that moment, all thoughts of morality and restraint melted away, replaced by a fierce longing that consumed them both. With a surge of passion, Wilhemina leaned in, capturing Emilia's lips in a desperate kiss that spoke of desire and longing.

Still half-asleep, Emilia responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around Wilhemina as she pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace.