As their kiss lingered longer than expected, a surge of heat trickled within Sophia, igniting a familiar longing deep within her.
'I wonder how long it has been since I've felt the soft, warm touch of his lips' she mused inwardly; her thoughts consumed by memories of their past intimacy. The gentleness of his tongue, the warmth of his body pressed against hers, the trembling sensation of his lips—all of it felt both familiar and unfamiliar to the young lady.
In this moment, whether she was in a dream or not seemed inconsequential. All that mattered was the overwhelming desire she felt for him, her elder beloved husband, whose love seemed forever out of reach as he prioritized the demands of the world over her.
But right now, the world wasn't ending. So perhaps, just this once, she could allow herself to be a little greedy. After all, what harm could it do to indulge in the love she so desperately craved?
