Forbidden Desire

This is actually Part 2 to a OneShot titled Love Behind the Mask- see my profile to the link if you wish to know what happened prior to this.

Gabriel- Married Sanura Hart but secretly lusted for her sister Zahara.
Zahara- Married to her long-time love, Blake, she never gave Gabriel a second look.... Until a masquerade mishap made her head spin...Trapped between her love and her lust, she must make a choice...
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Give In To Forbidden Desires




Several thoughts raced through Zahara's head as she pulled back from Gabriel's sudden kiss. Her fingertips touched her lips in shock. The kiss may have ended, but the feel of his lips on hers still lingered. Her sense of right and wrong became blurred. She had turned back time to stop this very thing from happening. Yet here she was, alone with her brother-in-law, tasting his lips once again. Her heart screamed at her to flee at that moment; to run headlong into her own husband's arms. But her body refused to move. There was no fighting it no matter how hard she tried. She wanted more. Her defenses began to fall one by one and to her dismay, his named fell from her lips in a breathless whisper.

"What?" Gabriel responded in a voice that was oddly quiet, even for him. Her defenses shook as she tried to remain in control. Slowly, she lifted her face to look up at him.

"I... I..." Her voice failed her. She could feel the burning sensation as her cheeks filled with color and she turned away again. Gabriel blinked in confusion and sat up a little straighter.

"What's wrong?"

"I- I have... to fight this... this feeling..." Her body trembled slightly and he reached forward to cup her chin in his hand, gently pulling her head around to face him once again. There was a softness in his eyes that reached hers.

"Don't fight it. No one is around," he told her in that same soft voice that sent thrilling chills down her spine.

"What... what are you saying?"

"I'm saying it's better to let it all out then keeping it bottled up." He shrugged nonchalantly and it amazed her that he could be so carefree about this. It did not make a great deal of sense to her. Especially now that her heart was hammering in her chest. It really did not help her any at all.

"That's a little easier said than done when we have so much at stake," she reminded him. His eyes gazed deeply into hers.

"Everyone is sleeping..." he returned as his hand moved from her chin to her soft, silky hair and her eyes fluttered shut in response to his touch. She found herself desperately trying to fight off her desires, but it was a battle she was failing miserably. This was not like the last time when they wore masks and had not known. This time they both knew full well who they were with. Who they were testing fate with. It gave her just a moment's ounce of strength to hesitate in his arms. Sensing her hestitation, he leaned closer, his golden eyes filling her vision. "Of course, if you are worried we could get another room down the hall."

Zahara knew what he meant. With the danger in the old mansion, her mother and father had purchased the top level of the hotel including all penthouse rooms as well as a few others that had been on that floor. It would take little effort to slip into one of the extra rooms even if only for a few stolen moments. She shook her head. "Do you realize what you are suggesting? What this could do? If they ever found out..."

"They won't find out," he promised her with a sigh. "Not if we are quick..."

"You really are serious, aren't you?" He gave another shrug. There was another pause as she struggled with her honor. "And you are certain no one would find out? You would never tell?" He flashed her one of his infamous smirks.

"I'd never kiss and tell." Zahara knew this would be true. Even if for the simple reason that he stood to lose just as much as she did if their loved ones ever found out. With a shuddering breath, she felt the last of her will snap and shatter as she slowly reached out a hand to him.

"I can't believe this..." she whispered before lightly biting on her lip. He took her hand and pulled her closer to him, stealing what little breath she had with a sizzling kiss. The need to have her body pressed tightly against his own had completely taken control of his senses.

She had told him earlier she knew his weaknesses in the bedroom. He could never understood just how she did until enough proof came out about the time reversal. However, a part of him had still clung to the possibilty it had only been a dream. That of all people he could have ever bedded his wife's sister, a woman he had hated with a deep-rooted passion, was a truth he could not comprehend. But he remembered with a shiver when she whispered the very things that made his body work and react in such a way a lover could only know. And in some ways even Sanura had never learned. He was beginning to realize the sister-in-law he despised could very well be the kind of lover he had been seeking out.

He also remembered her telling him he had not been worth the time, yet there she was, like putty in his hands after only a kiss. He realized then that she had been lying to him. He could only figure it to be to protect herself. But with defenses down, he was free to test everything he remembered from memories he once thought were only dreams. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this right, and make it the best he could, as long as she did not hold back as well.

His eyes closed and he could already feel his body reacting to the feel of her pressed against him. Her long, red satin nightgown and his own black shirt and jeans being the only things separating their skin from completely connecting. His fingers lightly trailed over her soft skin and he relished the soft gasp of breath against his lips as she attempted to hold in a moan. His lips had trailed down to her sensitive collar bone when a shiver moved through him as her warm breath, cooled slightly by her mint lipbalm, ghosted over his sensitive ear lobe.

"You know where to go," she whispered to him. He smirked and held her tighter.

"Hold on," he whispered in return as he teleported them out of the kitchen. Moments later, they were on the floor of another room, his back and head rested against the foot of the bed and Zahara sitting lightly on his lap, her arms loosely around his neck.

Blake, I am sorry, she thought to herself as Gabriel shifted their positions and he lowered her gently to the floor. He remained next to her, propped up on his elbow for one brief moment before he leaned in for another kiss. His one free hand trailed down her side, stopping only briefly at her hip before curving and cupping her butt, pulling her flush against him. A soft moan escaped her lips as their tongues fought for control. A smile crossed her mind as she compared it to their other battles for control in the past. Only this time it was for something more. She was used to Blake allowing her control. It was something they shared. But when Gabriel took control, it made her feel different. There was no denying the attraction that had been festering there for a long time. Still, she was not ready for him to dominate her just yet.

He chuckled softly when she pushed him onto his back. The chuckle turned to a groan, however, when he soon found her straddled over him. With careful precision, she leaned forward and began to undo each of the buttons on his shirt with a combination of her teeth and tongue. They had been reckless last time and they could not afford that this time. With each move, she lightly brushed her hips against his own, enjoying the feel as he grew beneath her. Each move of her hips brought a new groan from his own lips. Lips she took with her own once again after having relieved him of his shirt.

The kiss grew in even greater intensity and his arms wrapped tightly around her. A passioned growl came from his throat as she ground her hips against his arousal again, harder and harder, but not to hurt him. It was all he could do to keep in some kind of control. That would soon change as the pressure was shifted and his eyes opened to see her leaving delicate kisses over his chest, in places she had once struck him in anger and in battle, she was now careful and tender. His breath hissed in when he felt her fingertips at the button of his jeans. Her eyes avoided his as she sat up long enough to remove the jeans and boxers. Since he had to move in order to have them pulled off, he rested on the bed. Carefully, she pulled his hips toward her and he sat up as she lightly traced a finger down the throbbing vein, causing his manhood to jerk in response. His eyes closed and his head fell back as he soon felt her lips surround him and gently take him deep into her mouth.

"Fuck, Za'ra," he groaned.

Her skill was impressionable and she was right when she told him she knew what it took to make him moan. The heat of his passion made him grit his teeth and he lightly fisted her hair as she began her slow torturous act. Her mouth felt perfect around him and sent shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through him, the sensation rapidly building. He began to pump his arousal into her mouth, his hips lifting off the bed from the force of his thrusts, and she took all of him without even the faintest hint of gagging. He could not believe just how far she was able to take him in, but the sense of it rocked his world in a whole new level. His fingers tightened in her hair, and his breathing became increasingly shallow until he was almost gasping for breath. He knew he would lose it all if he did not stop her soon. It took all his strength to still himself, and his voice was rough with his lust.

"No, not yet..." he groaned out, not believing he was able to actually say the words. He was not one to just give in to anyone though. Especially the one that had been his enemy for so long. He was just going to have to wait as he gently pulled her to him again, groaning and twitching as she was forced to straddle his lap once again. "This I have to fix," he whispered, clutching her tighter to him as he pulled her nightgown off her and rolled her back onto the bed. The red thong she wore did not last either. He took a moment to stare down at the wonder in front of him.

A small amount of guilt crept into his mind as he came to terms that this was Zahara in front of him and not Sanura. He still had a chance to stop this and save them both, but his body remained in control. He had never been the innocent kind. He was the guy who always threw caution to the wind, and Ra forbid the consequences as long as he was satisfied. This was certainly one of those times. He leaned over and captured her lips only briefly before his mouth trailed down to take her breast into his mouth and bite down lightly on the nipple running his tongue back and forth across the bud as it hardened still further, while he rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Zahara felt on fire and moaned deeply, spurring him to become even more bolder. So caught up in the feel of Gabriel's mouth teasing her breast she did not notice at first that his right hand had left her other breast until she felt it stroking her inner thigh getting closer to her aching core. She moved in an effort to get closer to those fingers that promised so much. He glanced up at her, to see her eyes closed with a look of pure ecstasy etched into her royal features. He once hated that face, and yet he wanted to make her scream his name. To know he was the one to bring her this kind of ultimate pleasure.

Slowly, purposely, he moved lower, leaving a trail of hot fire with his lips that made her move once again beneath him. His tongue found her clit with unerring accuracy, teasing it with gentle strokes that had Zahara's back arching off the bed, her hands fisting the blanket she was lying on. The taste of her was unlike anything he had experienced before, tangy and sweet and addictive. He nuzzled against her thighs, parting them a fraction, before he thrust his tongue into her. She gasped and moaned, but it still was not enough. He wanted to hear his name coming from her.

"Oh, gods... Oh! Mmmm..." she whimpered and mewed as he fastened his lips over her clit, drawing it into his mouth and pleasuring her as he had done before. Her body was burning up with pleasure as she writhed against him, her orgasm fast approaching as tendrils of pleasure and tension wound themselves through her with increasing intensity. He felt her shudder and heard her cry out as she came hard and fast, her juices spilling from her sex. He immediately released her clit, quickly lapping up every last drop of her release, reveling in the taste of her. Still, he was not satisfied.

He shifted and climbed over her, gazing down as her chest heaved with her every breath. Her eyes were glazed with her passion. She knew what was coming and was ready. A sheen of sweat covered the both of them and their lips met again as he positioned himself just above her entrance. Zahara gasped and arched against him when he first thrust into her, lightly nipping his lip which made him nip back. He waited until she was adjusted before he began to move in and out of her. His lips left hers and he nuzzled against her neck. She had one hand gripping the blanket while the other clung to him, leaving small indentations on his back where her nails dug into his skin.

"Say it," he growled to her. "Come on.... say it..." Zahara was too lost in the moment to hear him, but she could feel it building within her again.

"Gods, yes! Yes, oh yes, more... harder.. please... faster... nnhhmm," was her mewed reply. He complied, driving deeper, and harder with every thrust. Each time he was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. He knew he could not hold on much longer. Suddenly, her legs clamped around his and her eyes squeezed shut, both her hands gripping his back and leaving small scratches in their place.

"Oh gods... Ra! oh! Gabriel!!" His name ripped itself from her lips as she came once again, her muscles gripping his manhood tightly. A please smile curved his lips. She had let him know she knew who had done this to her.

"Gods, Za'ra!" Her muscles rippling along his manhood had been too much for him and he bucked one last time, plunging deeply inside as he released his seed. Sweat dripped off him and he collasped upon her. He had wondered all this time if she was really as good as his "dreams" had led him to believe. He had just come to realize, she was even better than before. She could very easily wear him out, but in a good way.

Sparing her of his weight, he rolled off her and closed his eyes. She waited until she could tell he was sound asleep before attemtping to climb out of bed. She glanced at the mirror and knew she could not return looking like she was. Quickly, she jumped into the shower and tried to wash away what had happened. But she knew it had been too late. The doors of hell had opened. And she willingly walked through them. Drying off her hair and getting back into her nightgown, she cast one last glance down at him.

"I don't know what will come of this. If this is going to happen again, or if you are satisfied in knowing what you wanted to know now," she whispered as she brushed a few strands of his sweat-coated hair away from his face. "But know I won't forget this... Goodbye..." She kissed her fingertips and placed them lightly on his forehead before disappearing to return to the penthouse. Appearing in the bathroom, she retrieved the first aid kit and readied herself to face whoever may have found the mess they had left in the kitchen before they had disappeared.

"Mother?" Her daughter turned to see her come out of the bathroom.

And so begins the web of lies I must weave, if only to protect them all from the truth, she thought, closing off her mindlink with her husband as she looked up to see his concerned face looking down at her.

"Are you alright?"

"I am fine, Blake. I broke the glass in the small Earthquake and cut my finger, that is all," she said truthfully with a smile. It was the truth. She just could not tell what happened after. She could never tell. He loved her so much, but this act...

She was afraid.

She made up her mind once and for all. It would never happen again. Never again. Blake was her husband. She had a beautiful family. She was grateful and would not lose that over a stupid affair. She could never let on. Never tell him. Never let it happen again.

But would it be enough?