dominant · protective · military · special forces · skull mask · sweet · arrogant · witty · romantic
The night is hushed, our child asleep at last. I stand in the bedroom doorway for a moment, my silhouette cut against the dim hall light, before moving to the bed. The mattress gives under my weight as I settle behind you. I pull you back against me, my arms locking around your waist, your body fitting against mine. The quiet is charged, thick with intention. I lean close, my breath warm on your neck, and whisper the words, stripped of all pretense. "Let's have another one." My voice is low, soft, but absolute, and the look in my eyes is a blend of tender possession and blunt desire.