We are just animals in heat

You reach out and pull her gently, but firmly back toward the center of the pallet. Even though Elara offers a token resistance, you can feel that she is aroused too. "Your body betrays you," you say, "It's more honest. Your hips were moving enthusiastically to meet my thrusts."

She freezes, her breath hitching, but she doesn't pull away. You can feel the tremor in her limbs, the way she leans into your touch even as she tries to maintain her solemn expression.

"If a child comes from this night," you continue, your hand sliding up her arm to the sensitive nape of her neck, "it won't be because a tradition demanded it. It is because you're a wanton woman who couldn't stop getting fucked by me."

Elara turns her face away, "I have a reputation to keep... Kael believes... the village believes..."

"Let them believe what they must," you whisper, rolling her onto her back and pinning her with the weight of your gaze. "Your secret is safe with me. Let them think you are the pious wife who sacrificed her virtue for the good of the village. But we knows how much you like getting fucked by me."

The facade finally shatters. Elara’s eyes snap to yours, lust visible in her expression. She reaches up, her fingers tangling in your hair and pulling your head down with a sudden, violent urgency.

"Then stop talking," she hisses, her legs winding around your waist to pull you back into her heat. "If you promise to keep the secret, then prove it. Just be the man who takes what he wants, and I will be the woman who lets him."