Hey everyone!

Just a quick warning: includes very graphic sex scenes, so if that sort of stuff offends you it's probably best not to read this.

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Love, Indie xo

3. Liam

In short – phasing ruined my life. Or, to be more correct, imprinting did.

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I dropped my beautiful wife on the neatly made hotel bed. I sprung on top of her, sending satin pillows flying everywhere.

She removed my tie and shoes as my lips found hers. Expertly, she swirled her tongue around my mouth, and I followed her lead. I ran my hands up her legs, lingering at the groin area. She let out a soft moan and her back arched, pressing her body closer to mine.

Without separating my lips from hers, I slipped her dress down over her hips and threw it on the floor. She broke the kiss, playfully biting my neck as she undid my shirt.

I flipped us over, so that she was sitting on top of my. The bulge in my pants rubbed against her as I unhooked her bra. She yanked off my pants skillfully, further exposing my erection. She trailed kisses down my torso, stopping just beneath my bellybutton. Smiling cheekily, she planted a kiss on the bulge, causing it to burn with pleasure.

I rolled over, putting my body back on top of hers. I slid my head down until it was in line with one perfectly erect nipple. I grasped it between my lips, teasing it with my tongue. I held the other in my right hand, gently massaging. Using my free hand, I reached between her legs. Her thong was soaked! I let my fingers creep through one of the leg holes to tickle her hot, wet core. I smiled when a small gasp escaped from her mouth.

I moved my mouth lower, covering her body with kisses and gentle bites. Using my teeth, I yanked off her black, lacy underwear. I could feel her whole body tense, and shudder as she relaxed. Her juices dripped freely onto the bed. My bulge throbbed harder, my pleasure increasing with hers.

I was vaguely aware of the fact that my underwear was on the floor, beside hers. I rubbed her thighs, nuzzling her dripping core with my head. She pulled me up, so that I was looking into her big, blue eyes. "Please, Liam."

I wasn't going to keep my wife, or myself, waiting any longer. I carefully entered her. She moaned. I pulled out, checking to see that she wanted me to keep going. Her eyes were pleading with me. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I thrust myself back into her, and out again. Her hips started to buck, and we moved in a perfect rhythm. Animal instinct was guiding us now. I thrusted harder and faster; our breathing became rapid and irregular. I could feel my pulsing member inside of her, ready to explode. She started to scream my name. "Oh, Lia-"

The door creaked open as both of us climaxed. We collapsed onto the bed, and I pulled a sheet over our naked bodies. Karen's cheeks were blushing red. I cradled her to my chest, letting her hide her face. I turned around, preparing to give the intruder a lecture on the art of 'knocking'.

I looked at the woman, and my heart softened. No matter how hard I tried to be angry at her, I couldn't. A force stronger than gravity was connecting me to her. Her hazel eyes danced under the artificial lights, and I could tell that her red embarrassment was hiding a perfect, pale complexion. I loved everything about this woman, and I hadn't even spoken to her!

I released Karen from my arms. How could I have ever settled for her, when perfection like this existed? What I felt for this stranger was a million times stronger than what I had felt for Karen. I wanted to know her, to hold her, to kiss her, to love her. Fuck that, I wanted her to have my babies!

Before my perfect stranger exited the room, I managed to catch the name on her uniform: Patricia.

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They said that your honeymoon is the start of a life of happiness, but they were wrong. Mine was the start of a life in hell.

Karen and I broke up the next day. She couldn't forgive me for walking out on her that night, after our first night together, in pursuit of a maid who I had never spoken a word to. Even though my heart now belongs to Patricia, I still feel something for Karen. It hurts me to think of how easily I was able to leave the person who I was meant to spend the rest of my life with.

At work, it is torture. Every day, I am presented with a living reminder of the monster that I am.

I could live with that, but my story gets worse. My perfect stranger, my imprint, has not been seen since that night.

xxx