His kisses made my knees shake. His passion was all-consuming, and I found myself lost in it, as though he was a drug and I was addicted.
But, I asked myself, was this who I wanted to be?
A woman at the mercy of my husband? A husband who devoted himself to me with such intense commitment it felt as though I was the only woman he had ever known.
It was intoxicating.
But just as the morning after a festive evening, my whole body and mind cringed recalling all of it. How close to lost I was. How I could never be truly free.
Was my freedom worth sacrificing this ultimate pleasure?
My Dark Husband by Percy Wittlesford