Chapter 69

In the soft light of dawn, Cassandra's breath hitched, her chest heaving with the effort of drawing air into her lungs. The morning was barely a whisper, yet her heart was already pounding like a drum, courtesy of her husband's amorous advances. Thomas had roused her from sleep in the most intimate way possible, and now, despite the early hour, they were entwined in a dance as old as time itself.

Cassandra surrendered to his touches, her body betraying her mind's half-hearted protests. She had not expected their passion to reignite after the first wave of pleasure had subsided, yet here they were, locked in a heated embrace as the clock hands swept past seven thirty.

"Thomas," she gasped, her voice a trembling melody of desire and restraint. "We'll be late for work..." Her attempts at protest were feeble, punctuated by soft moans as he moved within her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. The sensation