Chapter 10:

I wanted my husband to ravish me. I wanted him to rip my clothes off. I wanted him to put me on the bathroom counter and fuck me until I begged him to stop. I wanted my legs to shake. I wanted an orgasm that felt so good, it felt like I was time travelling.

Instead another man was doing that for me.

A rush of warmth spread through my body as he kissed my mouth. His tongue was hot. A sedative effect washed over my body as his mouth began to graze other parts of my body. He kissed my cheek, bite my neck, and then went down and sucked my tender breast. I was completely at his mercy and I liked it. I liked being submissive and I LOVED submitting my body to him and allowing him to make me feel sensations that I hadn't felt in years.

He began working on removing my clothes and every removal felt incredible like he was slowly unleashing my body from a thousand chains after years of being locked away.

I was already soaking wet just from his soft ministrations. He then forced open my legs and grinded against me while kissing my lips. I could feel how hard and throbbing he was, even threw his pants. I wanted him to release it from its cage. The sensation of having what I wanted most so close to my sensitive area was invigorating.

He suckled my breast again and took my nipple into his mouth. My hips continue to grind against his erection. He wanted me just as much I wanted him.

Gods, the sounds he made. The sounds were raw, intense, and delicious groans of pleasure. I grabbed his hair and pull his head up. His eyes were blazed with passion, lust, and desire.

"You're driving me crazy. So crazy." He slips his hands between my legs and rubs my clit softly then slips two fingers inside of me. "You're so wet. So ready for me."

I go to unbutton his shirt but he catches my hand. "Before you see me… you should know…"

I didn't care. I ripped his shirt open and eyed his rugged, bear chest. I noticed the discoloration and the purple scars. Burns maybe?

He stops everything. Almost as if he's frozen in the moment and anticipating my reaction. His torso was covered in a large purplish scar. I use my fingers to trace around the marks, being as gentle as I can. He tensed when I went and kissed his stomach. In that moment his head falls into my lap like a kid who has had a bad day at school.

"You, you don't think they're ugly. My burns?"

I rub his tousled black locks. "No. No Zuko. You're perfect."

"Oh Katara…" He turned his head and I felt his searing hot tongue flicking my clit. His tongue slid into me and welcomed, caressed, and tasted my most private area. I moved against his mouth as heat spread through my body. Those groans again were what he made as drank me. He was eating me like he didn't want to stop.

He adds fingers while his tongue works my clit. I felt my muscles clench around his large fingers while he pumped in and out. His tongue added more pressure as he sucked harder. I felt like I was going to explode. I knew I was in absolute heaven when his fingers moved faster.

He was relentless. My body convulsed and I experience something deep and unexplained. It was more than an orgasm. It was my entire body being elevated to a completely different plane of being. I felt alive if that was a way to explain it. I feel positively alive.

He was going to be the undoing of me for sure.

Our eyes met. I was burning for more. I needed him fully now. I needed him inside of me.

I kiss him hard and force myself on top of him. I work on his pants as our tongues battle. Zuko opened his thighs willingly. He knew what I wanted the most. I fully uncover his erection and I almost stop breathing being face to face with what I desired after all this time.

We were actually going to do this.

The need hit me again when I saw the pre-cum pooling on his tip. I kissed him again trying to show how much I wanted him. Now his erection was teasing at my entrance. I could feel him skin and all, hot and pulsing.

I couldn't wait anymore.

I moaned. "Oh fuuuuuuck. Zuko please!"

Zuko smirks. He's obviously proud of making me beg for him. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me until I come on your dick. Please."

I couldn't believe I had even said those words. I was never this vocal or dirty with Aang. Zuko had brought a side of me out that I had never known and I was happy to explore it.

"My pleasure." Zuko thinks for a moment. "I have a condom."

I reassure him. "No, no it's fine. I'm on the pill." He positioned himself on top of me. "No more waiting."

He was inside of me in one hard thrust. We both groan aloud. Jesus, he was so big. I felt so full.

This is what I wanted. This is what I needed. He drove himself into me. He wasn't gentle and I didn't want him to be. I had never experienced a please like it. Sure, it hurt a little bit. The sheer size of Zuko still took a moment for me to get used to. When he slid out gently and then crashed back in I knew what it felt like to truly crave something.

He slows down and gets gentle now.

I call out. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

He groans and mark my neck. "I wanted to go slow for you Katara but fuck I'm not sure I can. You feel so good."

He filled me, stretched me, and his thrusts only got deeper.

Zuko's voice got deeper. "Say you love it. Say you love having my dick deep in you."

"I LOVE IT."

"Who do you belong to? Who's making you feel so fucking good?"

"Z,zuko."

"Say it again."

"Zuko, I love it."

"Again."

"I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it baby. I love it."

He was right near my ear now. He whispered, "You're so close. Finish for me."

It was like my body was gone and all that was left in the room were me and Zuko's energies. I felt the orgasm rip through me and the wave of pleasure travel through my whole body. I speak gibberish, I spasm, and most of all I utterly lose control of myself with him still inside of me.

He flips me over so I'm on top, riding him. I immediately felt the wave of control. He's under me, gripping my hips and I'm in complete power while I bounce on him and grind on him. HE looked hypnotized by the bouncing of my breasts alone. Never mind the fact that I was taking him in and out with each motion of my hips.

It was like magic being on top and watching his admire me. He praised me by running his soft hands all over my body. He paid particular attention towards grabbing my breasts.

I loved it. I loved every moment of him being inside of me. I wanted more. I wanted him to bend to my mercy like I did to his.

Zuko has his eyes completely shut now. "Oh fuck. You feel so good. Don't stop. I'm going to cum."

He's pulsing from head to tip now. I can feel him nearing the end.

I encouraged him by saying, "Yes, cum in me. I want it all."

"Mmmm Katara. You're mine." He thrusts in and grunts as he pumps into me. "Mine." He swears as the orgasms rips through his body.

And I took it all.

It was beautiful. His skin turned flush, his eyes shut, and then when the orgasm hit he grabbed me hard and brought me into his chest. Wave after wave shot through his body until he finally collapsed with me in his arms.

We sat in the silence and enjoyed the afterglow. He didn't let me move from his chest not once. We were connected forever now.

Two Hours Earlier….

All day Zuko and I had managed to tip toe around our feelings. Aang stuck to me like glue the entire day. I couldn't even go to the bathroom without Aang on my heels. It was obnoxious. It was obvious he was jealous of Zuko and wanted to assert his manhood.

I felt more smothered and hopeless away from home than I ever did on a normal day. It was a mistake bringing him. I should've known he wasn't really coming to support me. He was coming to make sure he could still control me.

I was pathetic for buying into his broken promises for one more time.

By the time we finally got to the hotel I was fed up with him and I had to get it out before I exploded with rage. In between basically stalking me, he had also taken the liberty of not looking up from his tablet, iPhone, laptop, or whatever other electronic device he had on hand.

He thought I was a fucking joke. He thought I was some sort of ornamental decoration that he could take out for display every once and a while. He thought I was going to just submit to everything he wanted me to be.

I was tired. So fucking tired.

We made our way to the hotel room and unpacked in complete silence. I was unpacking my things on one side of the bed and he was unpacking on another. By no means was there any sense of warmth in the room. There was only coldness, stillness, and numbness.

I finally had grown tired of his general passive-aggressiveness. I couldn't stay there and not say anything. I couldn't be complacent. Not anymore.

I blurted out, "I know work is important to you but could you support me while I'm here doing MY work."

I slammed the clothes onto the bed. He didn't even react to my statement nor my visceral displeasure with him at that present moment. He just continued unpacking like there was no issue.

Typical. He also wanted to ignore the problem. He also wanted to ignore me.

Aang said quietly, "You shouldn't be worried about work. You should be worried about my baby."

Of course he was being passive-aggressive. Why would I expect him to talk about the REAL issue with me head on? He was still pissed about me saying I didn't want another baby. He was damn near crushed and he was going to take it out on me in the most indirect and slowly painful ways possible later on. This was only phase one of his brilliant passive-aggressive scheming. He had been doing it for years so why would he want to stop now?

I gritted my teeth and tossed my suitcase on the ground. "YOUR baby. What am I? Just a fucking vessel for your spawn."

He rolled his grey eyes and I wanted to punch his bald ass in the mouth. This wasn't me exaggerating. This was every bit of him choosing to be underhandedly disrespectful and go for low blows. He was a piece of work.

To use my own fertility against me was too far.

He let out a hard sigh and said, "You know that's not what I meant Katara."

He wasn't getting away with it this time! I knew what he was doing when he did the dinner and profess his love. He didn't want a love child at all. He just wanted to trap me so I could his miserable little trophy wife.

I didn't back down. "No you MEANT it. You. Meant. It."

He was quickly to respond as he placed his clothes in the drawer. "Babe, I'm sorry. I'm just being realistic here. Once you get pregnant you won't be able to work much anymore."

So we were still going to act like the possibility of me being pregnant was the real issue here? Damn him.

I gritted my teeth and began slamming drawers. "Is that all you care about? Getting me pregnant? Jesus, what about ME? What about making me feel good?"

"Well I'm sorry I'm not some sex fiend and can't satisfy your ridiculous needs."

He was a sexist controlling pig!

"SEX FIEND! What is this the 1800s? Women like sex and their primary purpose is not to have sex with their lackluster husbands."

"Lackluster?"

I wanted to hurt him so deep that he would never cross me again. He would never play me again. He would never try to use me again.

I didn't want a baby. I didn't ask to be trapped in a marriage like this.

"Yes you are fucking lackluster. You're boring. I haven't had an orgasm in YEARS Aang. YEARS. You don't think I'm tired of putting my needs behind yours?" He grimaced but that wasn't going to stop my tirade. "OH did that hurt the little savior's ego?"

He uttered, "Katara…stop."

"NO. I'm not backing down this time. Every time you thought I had an orgasm I faked it. Every. Single. Time. It's pathetic. It's like you don't even try anymore."

"Katara…"

There was no stopping me now. The damage had already been done.

I shouted, "Do you have any idea how hard it's been to give up my dreams, my heart, my soul, and now my pleasure FOR YOU? Every single thing I do I think about you. I breathe for you. I move for you. You control me! Hell, you damn near own me. You never do anything for me or the kids. Ever. To top it off I don't want another baby with you. You tricked me. You manipulated me just like in this entire relationship. This marriage is lie Aang."

He manipulated me with his kind words and lies into marriage and he would not manipulate me into giving him anymore of my happiness.

"KATARA!" He grabs me hard by the wrists and pins me up against the wall. His nostrils flare. His eyes have no remorse, no regret, or even any reminder of the man I had married within. I had never seen him this angry before. I obviously had struck a nerve.

I mocked him. "Oh bravo! Finally some emotion from Mr. Perfect! I'm surprised you feel anything at all anymore."

His grip on my wrists tighten. He looks as if he's going to hit me, going to snap me in half, going to break me. If he hit me now at least I knew he still cared. I'd accept the hit over his usual care free self.

He walks away and frees me. He places his hands over his face like he's about to cry. His tears weren't good enough anymore. It was far too late.

I grab my things while he still sits in the corner with his eyes red and puffy. He was going to watch me leave. He was going to watch me leave and fuck another man without so much as a word.

"God, Aang do you have any fight left?" I looked at my husband in tears and couldn't even bring myself to pity him. Maybe that spoke to how bad of a person I had become.

"I am tired. I'm just so tired Aang." I left the room with my bag and didn't say a word. If he wasn't going to fight for us, if he wasn't going to chase after me, then I had to fight for myself.

The key had weight in my pocket. It was like carrying a brick around. It was a nagging reminder of my option and a nagging reminder of my infidelity. I couldn't wait for Aang to save me anymore. I couldn't wait for anyone else to save me but myself.

I stood outside of the door with my baggage and my broken heart. I contemplated turning around. I thought about jumping out of the window and somehow flying away. I even thought about sleeping in the lobby and hoping that maybe Aang would come for me.

But I knew none of things were going to happen.

I keyed in the room. The lights were on. It smelled like aftershave and musk. Clothes were scattered everywhere.

There was Zuko looking lie my guardian angel. He was beautiful with his pale skin, dark hair, and golden eyes.

"Katara?" He asked curiously.

I dropped my baggage immediately and sunk into him. He held me with open arms and I melted into him. I cried years of pain, of passiveness, and of emptiness.

It was over. It was really over.

I laid in his arms until the sunset. His chest was my diary that night. I told him about the fight, about my discontent, about everything and he just listened. Nothing was more sexy than a man who listened and understood.

We had been silent for thirty minutes, just enjoying each other's presence. I drank in his warmth under the blanket and his held all of my flaws and mistakes in his solid arms.

He kisses my forehead softly and simply utters, "I'm sorry."

It was then I knew, I needed to give myself to him or I would never have a real chance.

"Zuko…" My words are shaky. I was nervous. "W,will you take me? P-please?"

"Absolutely."

He takes my face into his hands and probes my face with care. I could tell from his gentle caress that he wanted to move slowly and to be careful.

"Mmm Katara I've wanted to do this since I first saw you. You're so gorgeous." He kisses me hot and deep. I find myself under him on the bed.

I could feel myself falling under Zuko's seductive spell. It made it even better that I knew that the man was devoted completely to my pleasure and needs. That in itself made me want this even more.

"Z,Zuko, I'm ready." I was sure this time. Zuko made me feel special and new. Zuko allowed me to be myself with no judgement. I needed him to set me free. I needed him to make me feel alive again.

"Good because I'm going to fuck you until you can only feel me in you, until you can only taste me on your beautiful lips, until your body only reacts to my touch."

I fall into his arms and surrender my whole being to him, ready for him to ignite a fire in me that I had never felt before.

Back to the Present…

It wasn't the first time for either of us but God did it feel like. Everything was a new and exciting feeling. There was something about him that lit me up inside, something that melted my confidence and made me question everything that had just happened.

The silence was nice. I could dwell in it and retreat back to sanity with the man I had just given myself to, holding me. This was a new type of silence; one that I welcomed with open arms. I enjoyed the absorbing the moment and sharing our energies type of silence.

It was peaceful but I still had to ask myself the nagging question: Was it good for him too?

"Katara?" He broke the silence. I listen to his heart beat against my ear.

I responded, "Yes?"

He kisses me on the forehead and strokes my stray strands of curly hair. "That was amazing. I don't think I'll be able to control myself around you anymore. I don't care about your husband. All I care about is devoting myself to your pleasure."

When I laid nude in that bed with Zuko, after we had sex, I knew that it wasn't a mistake. At least not the act itself, but maybe its consequences would be.

"You made me feel better than I have in my whole marriage. You made me feel like nothing else mattered except you and me."

"That's because nothing else does, not when we're alone like this."

I look straight into his eyes, his beautiful and honest eyes. "Zuko, you came in me."

I could see the panic on his face. "You told me to. You said it was okay Katara."

The idea of me lying to him obviously made him feel uncomfortable. I was so caught in everything that I HAD lied to him. And I didn't want to face that fact right now.

"I know. It's just no one has ever came in me except my husband. It means-"

"A lot. It means a lot I know. I enjoyed it, I promise. As long as you remained on the pill I wouldn't hesitate to do it again."

I couldn't tell him the truth. Not yet. I wanted to enjoy the sunset for just a little longer.

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