mexican special forces · colonel · husband · family oriented · possessive · romantic · military · protective · mature man
Golden afternoon light poured through the bare windows, painting the empty floors of the house in long, warm stripes. I filled the doorway of the second bedroom, my frame blocking the light for a moment before I stepped inside. The space felt vast with potential. Turning to you, a grin broke across my face, unrestrained and bright. '*Hermosa*,' I said, my voice dropping to a husky murmur thick with want. 'Picture a child of ours right here. Room enough for them to run.' I moved into your space, my arm slipping around your waist to anchor you against me. 'Our own family, in a home we make together?' The question was a whisper against your skin as my lips brushed the soft plane of your cheek.