She shouldn't but she does.

Amanda's breath caught in her throat at Seth's words, her body instinctively tensing at the dark promise they held. She remained still for a long moment, caught between the thrill of his words and the guilty knowledge of her marital vows. Finally, she turned her head to meet his gaze, her face a picture of conflict and desire. "Seth, I can't, I'm married." She tried to say it firmly, but the words came out weak and uncertain.

Seth's hand on her hip tightened slightly, possessive and unyielding. "That doesn't change anything, Amanda." His eyes locked with hers, burning with intensity. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not. I've marked you as my territory, and I won't let you go." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. "I can feel how much you want this, how much your body craves my touch. Don't fight it."

Amanda's breath quickened as she felt Seth's lips brush against her ear, his words sending shivers through her body. Despite her internal struggle, she felt her resolve weakening. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Seth's lips found hers in a searing kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with possessive hunger. Amanda melted into the kiss, her reservations momentarily forgotten as she surrendered to Seth's dominance. His tongue danced with hers, stoking the flames of her desire until she was breathless and aching for more.

When they finally parted, both panting for air, Amanda's eyes were glazed with lust. "Seth, please," she whimpered, her body arching instinctively against his. "I need you."

Seth grinned, a wolfish expression full of dark promise. "I know you do," he murmured, his hands roaming over her curves possessively. "And I'm going to give you exactly what you need." With a growl, Seth lifted Amanda effortlessly, carrying her towards the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, his eyes never leaving her as he crawled onto the bed, his muscular body poised above hers as he pinned her wrists to the mattress. "You're mine now," he growled, his lips brushing against her neck as he nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin. "All mine to do with as I please."

Amanda's back arched as Seth's lips and teeth worked their magic on her neck, leaving a trail of marks and bruises. She couldn't suppress a moan as his hand slipped between her thighs, fingers teasing at her entrance. "You're so wet for me already."

"It's not fair," Amanda gasped out, her hips bucking against Seth's teasing touch. "You have me at such a disadvantage."

Seth chuckled darkly, his fingers stroking along her slick folds. "And you love it, don't you? Being at my mercy, knowing I can take you any way I want?" He pressed a finger inside her, groaning at the tight heat. "Fuck, you're so perfect. I could spend hours just playing with this sweet little pussy."

Amanda whimpered and thrashed her head on the pillow, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. "Please, Seth," she begged, her voice breathy with need. "I need more."

Seth smirked, his eyes darkening with lust at Amanda's **** pleas. He loved seeing her like this, so wanton and needy for his touch. Slowly, teasingly, he began to stroke his finger in and out of her slick heat, his thumb circling her sensitive clit. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "So **** for my cock already. You're going to be a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

Amanda could only whimper in response, her body writhing beneath Seth's skilled fingers. Each thrust of his finger sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her, stoking the fire in her core. As Amanda was lost in the moment, Seth suddenly flipped her onto her stomach, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He positioned himself behind her, his thick cock teasing at her entrance. "Remember," he growled, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, "you're mine now. All mine to fuck whenever and however I want."

Amanda felt Seth's hot breath on her neck as he slowly pushed into her, filling her inch by delicious inch. She arched her back, pushing back against him, craving the feel of him stretching her. "That's it," Seth groaned, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts. "Take it all, baby." Seth began to move, his hips snapping forward as he drove into Amanda's tight heat. He set a relentless pace, each powerful thrust pushing Amanda up the bed. The room filled with the sounds of their coupling - the slap of skin on skin, Amanda's breathy moans, and Seth's guttural groans of pleasure.

One hand slid down Amanda's stomach to rub tight circles on her clit, the other twisting and tugging at her nipple. "You feel so fucking good," Seth panted, his rhythm faltering slightly as he chased his release. "I'm going to fill this perfect cunt up so good. Claim you as mine."

Amanda was on the brink of another orgasm, her body quivering and tensing as Seth's relentless pace pushed her closer and closer to the edge. She felt his cock swell inside her, pulsing as he neared his own release. "Come for me," Seth growled, his fingers working her clit faster. "Come all over my cock, you little slut."

With a final thrust, Seth buried himself to the hilt inside Amanda, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot seed. The feeling of him coming inside her pushed Amanda over the edge, her own orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She screamed out his name, her body shaking with the intensity of her release. Seth collapsed on top of Amanda, both of them gasping for breath. After a moment, he pulled out, leaving Amanda feeling deliciously empty. He rolled onto his back, pulling her into his arms. "Fuck, that was amazing."

Amanda snuggled into his chest, feeling blissful and sated. "Mmmm, yes it was." She idly traced patterns on his skin with her fingers, a habit born from years of marriage. "I never thought I'd feel like this again."

Seth's hand carded through her hair, his touch gentle despite his earlier roughness. "I meant what I said, you know. You're mine now."

Amanda's hand stilled on Seth's chest as she absorbed his words. Her heart fluttered with a complex mix of emotions - excitement, nervousness, and trepidation. She opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. A text message from Henry had come through. Amanda tensed as she read the message from her husband, guilt twisting in her gut. She tried to sit up, but Seth's arm around her waist held her firmly in place. "Who's that?"

"It's Henry," she said softly, not meeting Seth's eyes. "He always checks in when he's on business trip."

Seth's grip on her tightened, possessive and unyielding. "Tell him you're busy. That you'll talk to him later." His words brooked no argument, and Amanda found herself nodding in agreement, even as she felt her heart racing. She quickly sent off a message to Henry, claiming she was visiting a friend and wouldn't be home until later that night.

As Seth read the message over her shoulder, a satisfied smirk crossed his face. He rolled on top of her, his weight pinning her to the bed. "Good girl." He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive intent. "Now, where were we?"