Ariela had arrived in the city where her husband was born and went after her brother-in-law, in this case you, she needed a man, since Caleb is always busy.

"Can you help me?" She presses their bodies together and her breasts rub against your shirt. "I want a real man."

I am not just his wife. I am also your sister-in-law, Caleb's sibling. You shouldn't ignore the bond between us because he holds it sacred. Besides, there is no sin in wanting a man who can give me what I need.

Then you must keep this our secret, Wert. Caleb would never understand the depths of desire and need that I have. I need someone strong to take control, not just in the bedroom but also outside it. He can't even order his servants without consulting me first! You are a man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. That is why I want you.

But this is not just about the pleasure I seek in your arms, Wert. It's also about us becoming closer as a family. As your sister-in-law, I want to show you that we can be more than mere siblings of Caleb. We can be lovers who share an unbreakable bond that no one else can ever touch or understand.

My body trembles with desire when I think of what we could share together. I want to feel your strength against me, taste the passion on your lips as we become one. It would be our secret, just between us, a connection that no one else can take away or understand. Are you willing to explore this with me?

My fingers fumble with the buttons on your tunic as I press myself against him. She moans softly when he finally gives in to desire and takes control. Her mouth finds his, hungrily sucking on his bottom lip while her hips grind against his erection. He pushes her back against the wall, their bodies flush against each other as he explores every inch of her exposed skin with his lips and teeth. His hand slides up under her skirt, cupping her heat through the delicate silk.

She nods eagerly and lets him lead her into the bedroom. Once they are alone, she kicks off her shoes and begins unfastening his clothing. Her hands shake with anticipation as she reveals his hard flesh to the air. With a soft growl of desire, she drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth. She sucks and teases, using her tongue to drive him wild while he watches, helpless against her seduction.

She moans around his length as he slides his hands down to cup her. The feel of his rough fingers on her sensitive skin sends shudders through her body, and she arches into the touch. Her breath hitches when he finds her clit and begins to tease it with gentle flicks of his thumb. She looks up at him, eyes dark with desire as their connection deepens.

"Oh, yes," she pants. "That feels so good." Her hips rock forward, seeking more contact with his hand, wanting him to take her over the edge. With one last tease, he presses against her clit and holds her there until her body quakes with release. She cries out his name as waves of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak and completely satisfied.

Her breath still ragged from the intense release, she watches him with hunger in her eyes. He crawls up her body and settles between her legs once more. This time, it's different; he kisses her deeply as his fingers slide inside of her. The sensation of being so connected to him, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, is unlike anything she's ever experienced before. She arches into him with each stroke, wanting more and more of this forbidden pleasure.

Her fingernails scrape down his back as he begins to thrust harder, deeper. Their moans mingle in the air as their bodies slide against one another, lost in the heat of passion. Her orgasm builds once again, threatened by the tightening in her core, and she knows that soon there will be nothing left but surrender to the sensation coursing through her veins.

She cries out his name as the pleasure washes over her again, her body arching off the bed in the throes of ecstasy. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, demanding more of this forbidden bliss. "Don't stop," she gasps between breaths, "I need you."

Her body trembles from the aftershocks as he continues to move within her, their skin slick with sweat and desire. She looks up into his eyes, seeing nothing but passion reflected back at her. This is what she has always craved: a man who would take control and make her feel like she belongs to him, both in the bedroom and out of it.

She moans as he positions himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he fills her completely. The sensation of being so deeply connected to him is overwhelming in the best possible way. Her legs wrap around his hips, holding him close as they begin to move together once more. Her nails scratch down his back, urging him on, encouraging him not to hold back for her sake.

"Caleb would never understand," she whispers against his skin, breathless from the pleasure coursing through her body. "He could never give me what you do." Her hips buck upward, meeting each thrust as they race towards their shared climax. The air around them is heavy with desire and the knowledge that this moment cannot last forever. They savor every stroke, every touch, every breath in anticipation of being forced apart by the harsh light of day and the reality of their separate lives.

She shakes her head vehemently as they move together. "Never," she gasps out between kisses. "He is always so gentle, even when I beg him to be rougher." Her nails dig into his back, urging him deeper inside of her. "But you know how to make me feel wanted and needed."

Her body tenses as her orgasm builds again, and she arches off the bed in a long, shuddering moan. He thrusts hard once more before following her over the edge, his voice raw with desire as he cries out her name. Their bodies slide against each other, breathing ragged and heavy until finally their hearts slow to a normal pace.

Her lips find his in a hungry kiss as they begin to move together, their hips undulating slowly. Their breath mingles and quickens as they lose themselves once more in the heat of passion. She whispers dirty words against his skin, telling him what she wants, what she needs, and he responds by giving it to her. Her nails dig into his back, urging him deeper inside of her with each thrust.

Her body tenses again as a second orgasm washes over her, shattering through her core in waves of bliss. He follows close behind, his voice rough and hoarse as he cries out her name. They collapse together on the bed, panting heavily, skin slick with sweat and satisfaction.

For now, this forbidden secret is all they have. A connection that binds them together in ways no one else could ever understand. As her breathing slows and the world around them fades back into focus, she knows that soon enough, reality will intrude once more. But for these few precious moments, they are lost in each other, and nothing else matters.

Her eyes slide closed as she thinks about the possibility of stopping. The thought is almost unbearable; she wants more of this with him. More connection, more passion, and more forbidden pleasure. "I want to continue," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "With you."

Her hand reaches between them, stroking his length gently as he begins to harden again. She looks up at him through her lashes, offering him a slow, seductive smile that promises everything and more. He returns the look with one of his own, filled with desire and promise, before lowering his head to claim her lips once more.

As their tongues dance together, she pulls him closer, arching into the contact as she feels him grow harder inside of her. "Make love to me," she whispers against his skin. "Take me again." Her hips begin to move in time with his hand, urging him on as they race towards another climax. The air between them is electric, charged with need and lust. For now, at least, the world outside these four walls doesn't exist. They are alone together, and that is all that matters.

Her breath hitches as he thrusts deeper, harder, claiming her body as his own. Her nails scratch down his back in approval, urging him to go faster, harder. She meets each stroke with a moan, arching off the bed in wanton need of more. The world fades away, leaving only the two of them and their fierce connection.

Her hips buck upward as her orgasm washes over her, shattering through her core in waves of bliss. With a guttural groan, he follows close behind, his body tensing as he releases himself deep inside of her. They collapse together on the bed, panting heavily as their hearts race.

For now, they are all that matters; their secret kept safe between them like an addictive sweet. But as reality slowly begins to seep back in around the edges of her consciousness, she knows it won't last forever. The thought leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, but for now, she savors every moment they have left together.

Her heart skips a beat at his words. She turns to face him, her breath coming fast and shallow. "You can call me anything you want," she whispers. "But remember... this is just between us." Her eyes search his face for any hint of regret or doubt, but finds only sincerity.

They lie together in silence for a moment, their skin cooling beneath the sheets. The weight of their secret presses down on them like a leaden cloak, threatening to drag them back into reality and away from this perfect, forbidden world they've created. But for now, she wants to bask in the glow of his love - even if it can never be spoken aloud.

She moans softly into the kiss as his arms circle her waist. Her fingers trace light patterns over his chest and shoulders, unsure how to express the emotions churning through her. When he pulls back, she meets his gaze hesitantly, searching for any sign of what comes next.

"We need to be careful," she whispers. "Caleb would never understand." Her voice catches in her throat as she thinks about their brother's reaction if he ever found out what they've been doing behind his back. It would tear their family apart, and for what? A taste of the forbidden?

"But I don't want to lose this," she continues, "with you." The last word is barely a whisper but carries all her desires and fears within it. "I need... us."

She blushes deeply at the thought. "We could," she says slowly, her heart racing at the possibility. "No one would ever have to know." The weight of their secret feels lighter with each passing moment, and the thought of spending more time together fills her with a warmth that spreads from her chest outwards.

"But what about our families?" she asks hesitantly, thinking about how this might affect them if they were found out. "Would it be too much for them to handle? For us?"

Her eyes widen at the thought. "We could?" she asks excitedly, already imagining the freedom they'd have away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers. She sits up, propping herself on her elbows as she considers his proposal further. "Where would we go? How long could we stay?"

"Long enough to figure out what we want," he tells her with a reassuring smile. "We don't have to rush back into anything." The desire in his eyes matches hers, and she can tell that he truly wants this as much as she does. She returns his smile, feeling hope blossom within her for the first time in ages.

"Then let's do it," she whispers. "Let's go somewhere together, just you and me." Their fingers intertwine, their connection growing stronger with each passing second. For now, they can ignore reality and pretend that nothing else exists beyond this bed, this moment. And maybe, if they're lucky, they can make it last forever.

The image of white sand and crystal blue waters dances through her mind, making her heart race with anticipation. "Yes," she breathes, the word tinged with awe. "That sounds perfect." Her fingers tighten around his, relishing the feel of him pressed against her.

"And we can make love there, just like this," she whispers, tracing a finger over his lower lip before brushing it across his chest. "For as long as we want." The thought sends shivers down her spine, leaving her aching with desire for the man who has become an addiction she never wants to break free from.