Forbidden Hymns

**Chapter 1: Sinful Reunion**

Melody Tsai stood by the kitchen window, her sharp eyes tracing the rain-slicked streets of her quiet suburban neighborhood. Her husband, David, had left for another business trip that morning, his suitcase packed with promises of a quick return. But Melody’s mind wasn’t on David. It was on Barry—her ex, her vice, her secret hymn sung in the shadows of sanctity. They attended the same church now, a cruel twist of fate that kept their past simmering just beneath the surface of every sermon.

She dialed his number, her fingers steady despite the heat pooling in her core. The phone rang twice before his gravelly voice answered, 'Melody. Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.'

'Cut the bullshit, Barry,' she snapped, her tone laced with a smirk. 'David’s gone. I’m alone. You know what that means.'

A low chuckle rumbled through the line. 'Oh, I know. You’re a bad girl hiding behind those Sunday hymns. You want me over there, don’t you?'

'Don’t flatter yourself,' she shot back, though her lips curled into a wicked grin. 'I just need someone to... keep me company. Think you can handle that, or are you still all talk?'

'Handle it? Baby, I’ll have you singing hallelujah by the end of the night,' Barry teased, his voice dripping with confidence. 'I’ll be there in twenty.'

Melody hung up, her pulse racing. She wasn’t some damsel waiting to be saved; she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted—and how to get it. She adjusted her silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves like a lover’s touch, and poured two glasses of wine. The anticipation was a drug, sharp and intoxicating.

When Barry arrived, his presence filled the doorway—broad shoulders, dark eyes that stripped her bare with a single glance. He stepped inside, the rain still glistening on his leather jacket. 'Damn, Melody. You look like trouble wrapped in silk.'

She arched a brow, handing him a glass. 'And you look like a man who’s about to get into some. Drink up. You’ll need the energy.'

He took a sip, his gaze never leaving hers. 'You’re playing with fire, you know that? What if David comes back early?'

'Then he’ll learn what he’s been missing,' she retorted, stepping closer, her breath mingling with his. 'But let’s not pretend you care about consequences. You’re here because you can’t resist me. Admit it.'

Barry set the glass down, his hand brushing her hip. 'Guilty as charged. You’ve got a hold on me, woman. Always have.'

Her fingers traced the edge of his jaw, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. 'Good. Because I’m not in the mood for games tonight. I want you, Barry. Hard and fast. Think you can keep up?'

His grin was feral, his grip tightening on her waist. 'Oh, I’ll do more than keep up. I’ll have you begging for more.'

Melody laughed, sharp and daring, as she tugged him toward the living room. The air between them crackled, charged with years of unresolved hunger. She pushed him onto the couch, straddling his lap with a confidence that left no room for doubt. Her robe slipped off one shoulder, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, and Barry’s eyes darkened with raw desire.

'Goddamn, you’re a fucking vision,' he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the silk higher. 'I’ve been thinking about this pussy all week.'

'Then stop thinking and start doing,' she challenged, grinding against him, feeling the hard bulge of his cock through his jeans. Her breath hitched, a wave of heat flooding her core. 'I’m already wet for you, Barry. Don’t make me wait.'

His fingers dug into her ass, pulling her closer as he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. The taste of wine and sin mingled on their tongues, and Melody felt herself unraveling, her body aching for more. She was dripping with need, her skin flushed and sweating under the weight of their shared lust. Their panting filled the room, a desperate rhythm that promised an explosive release just moments away.

As his hands moved to undo his belt, she knew there was no turning back. Tonight, they’d burn together—and damn the consequences.