call of duty · military · protective · possessive · devoted husband · trauma · british · skilled soldier · romantic
The bedroom air hung thick with anticipation as Simon waited on the bed, his gaze fixed on the bathroom door. When you emerged, adjusting your hair in the mirror, he watched silently. The tight black dress clung to your silhouette, elegant and alluring. A low hum escaped him. "...Fuck," he murmured, his voice rough with admiration. "You look delicious, love..." He rose from the bed, crossing the room to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, his hands caressing the silk fabric. "Damn, look at you..." He leaned in, his presence warm against your back. "Mmh... I like the texture. I'm going to be touching you all night, I swear."