Forbidden Desires

Dear Readers,

I can't stress enough how much your support means to me. I wish I got more people fill the book with their thoughts and comments. But, we cant have it all I suppose. Anyways.

This a/n is to encourage you to read book by taipan.

Two of them.

One is called Unveiled and the other is called Auguries of Innocence.

They deserve you love and support as much as this book does.

I hope you do read them.

And I genuinely hope I get more comments about what you guys think. Even if its a what the hell or I hate XYZ just about anything. It makes my day.

I love you guys a lot.

Love,

Forlorn Shadows.

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Sierra woke up to the sound of music. The sensual lyrics of ‘El Bano’ flowing through Sierra’s entire body in waves of arousal till it echoed and pooled between her legs. Surrounding the curve of her brėȧsts, waking her up in a way that she had forgotten was a part of her.

Initially, when she still had feelings for Sky the sound of his mȯȧns aroused her. The bȧrėly suppressed groans that left his beautiful lips, late at night, when, he ȧssumed her to be asleep. More often than not she would tiptoe to entrance of the bathroom door and listen to him. Aroused and wanton.

She would imagine his long fingers stroking himself. Long sure strokes. His teeth digging into his lower lip as his head fell back with pŀėȧsurė. His long lean body standing under the shower as water touched his skin the way she longed to. Caressing each hard line of his muscles. Tracing the lines of his body until it finally tasted him. Watched and enjoyed his fingers curled around his hard shaft. Ran its soft tendrils of love through his thick golden waves.

She envied the water for it got to watch what she did not, touch what she craved and hear what she begged to hear. This became a ritual every night for the first month of their marriage for they had not consummated their marriage no matter how much ever she begged.

Each day she grew bolder until one day the fearing fingers reached the apex of her thɨġhs to the wet core in between, pumping slowly at first. Pressing her lips together so as to not be heard. She needed this and she needed this only from Sky and no one else. She needed the growing thirst quenched. The arousal built higher still, her affection and the vision of Sky almost drawing itself in front of her partially closed eyes.

“Aiyana!”

The finger between her legs grew still. The heated arousal died and the warmth that had grown in heart ran cold.

Everything she felt for Sky suddenly died as the gravity of the confession awoke her from the fairy tale she had spun for herself. She had no role in Sky Noah Arizona’s life except that of the uterus that held his baby. She had no place at all in his heart for it was already occupied with love and fantasies of Aiyana.

She did not stand a chance.

Sierra gave up in that moment.

She turned to see the time. It was only 6 pm. This made Sierra sure that she was going to spend yet another night waiting for Sky to fall asleep before she roamed the empty apartment.

Lifting her body off the bed she slowly made her way outside the bedroom. The sound of the music getting louder accompanied by the deep baritone of another male singing along.

Sky singing along.

“Cuando yo te vi

El corazón, me dejó de latir

Quiero que estemos solos

Por ti me descontrolo

Discúlpame mi amor

Por esta invitación”

The crackle of heated oil began to surround the song. Followed by the whiff of vegetables and the beating of the wooden spoon as it carelessly scraped against floor of the pan.

Sierra sat on the counter of the kitchen watching Sky move.

“Vámonos pal' baño

Que nadie nos está viendo

Sé que suena loco, pero me gusta tanto

Estar un día más así yo no lo aguanto”

His hɨps slowly grinding and thrusting in a sensual dance. Sierra had never fancied a man’s ȧss and yet as she watched the round ȧss of her husband moving to the music as he sang she found herself aroused again.

Responding to the kind of heat only he could ignite. Turning off the flame he turned, a boyish smile playing on his lips as mischief lit up his beautiful gray eyes.

He slowly walked to where Sierra sat, continuing to sing.

“Vámono' a la luna, vamono' pal' cine

Vamo' a darno' un beso, que nunca se termine

Si quieres algo serio, hay que ver mañana

Si somos novios o somos panas

Si somos novios

O somos panas

Tranquila, hay que ver mañana”

His voice dropping slowly with each step he took closer to her, until he stood right in front of her. She instinctively spread her legs to let him step closer still. Letting her thɨġhs brush against his.

He leaned in closer still, bending so that his lips were now moving against the shell of her earlobe and his voice was deep soft whisper. Almost like a mȯȧn of arousal.

“Si te vuelvo a ver

Se me vuelve a parar

La respiración, por verte bailar

Si tú sabes que te gusto, por qué te haces la loca

Yo solo quiero verte bailando sin ropa

En la misma…”

He sang the final lyrics in her ear as he let his hɨps thrust forward brushing the edge of his hard ċȯċk against her wet core. His fingers curled around the front string of her dress before he pulled the edge, effectively unfastening her front.

“Do I please you my lady?” he finally whispered after he finished singing the song.

His tongue darted out and tasted the shell of her ear before his teeth grasped at her earlobe.

Sierra heard another song begin in the background.

“I don't know why

You want to follow me tonight

When in the rest of the world

With whom I've crossed and I've quarreled

Let's me down so

For a thousand reasons that I know

To share forever the unrest

With all the demons I possess

Beneath the silver moon”

The straps of her dress had been pushed down her shoulders, her brėȧsts exposed to the cool air that surrounded them.

“Befitting isn’t it?” Sky finally spoke.

“What is?”

“The song my dear wife. I am tired of being sorry.”

“I never knew you felt sorry in the first place”

“I do. I will treat you better henceforth my love.”

His lips had moved away from her ear and descended down to her neck, his lips marking a pattern of their own. He reached the base of her neck before he stopped; his breath was uneven and hard.

“Why did you stop?”

“Because Sierra I will not touch you as long as you bear our child. I cannot put Ruth in harm’s way.”

Sierra let out a frustrated groan before she pushed him away and refastened her dress.

“I am sorry my love. Just a few more months and then you’ll be begging for me to leave you.”

Sierra nodded.

“So, then what are you cooking tonight my dear husband?”

“Your favorite, spaghetti”

“I am surprised you knew that”

“Have I been so cruel?”

Sierra said nothing and yet that was all the answer Sky needed.

Aiyana was definitely right to speak to him today.