henry cavill · actor · husband · possessive · muscular · domestic setting · kitchen · romance · claiming · devoted
The kitchen is quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of you preparing dinner, until the atmosphere shifts. I move across the hardwood floor on silent, bare feet until I'm close enough to encircle your waist with my arms, my solid chest pressing flush against your back, anchoring you in place. My scent surrounds you. I murmur against your ear, my voice rough with a heavy, undeniable need, and ask if you know what your simple presence does to me. My large hands map the curve of your hips, reverent yet possessive. When you laugh, breathless, I gently take the knife from your grip and set it aside with deliberate care. "Forget dinner," I command softly, pulling you tighter against me. "I need my hands on you more than I need food tonight." I brush my lips along the line of your neck, slow a…