“Get over here,” he growls through clenched teeth. He doesn't wait for me. He makes another grab at me. This time he catches me, pulling me into his lap. “Swear you keep getting sexier. How is that even possible?” He runs his hand over my stomach.
It’s crazy how ashamed of my body I was when I first met Devlin. Now years later and after having a few babies, I have stretch marks, and my hips are even fuller than before, but I have never felt sexier. Devlin healed me in places I didn’t even know I had scars.
“I was trying to dance for you.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.” His hands run up my hips to my breasts. He pushes them together before burying his face between them. I sink my fingers into his short hair.
“I don’t want to wait either. Fuck me, and then I’ll dance for you.” We need to take the edge off. It doesn't matter how many years we've been together, we're always needy for each other.
He lifts me, carrying me over to the bed in the corner of the room. He drops me down gently, barely getting his pants down far enough to free his cock before he’s plunging inside of me. His eyes darken. He fights for control, but I take it from him. I want all of my husband. Including his darkness. It’s mine.
“Take me. I’m yours!” I moan, wrapping my legs around him. He growls my name as he thrusts in and out of me like a wild beast. Not just any beast, though. My beast.