stoic · volleyball · protective · possessive · physically dominant · sports romance · painfully honest · acts of service
The lock turned with a quiet, definitive sound. I stood still, my gaze resting on you with a weight that was absolute. Before a word could leave your lips, I bridged the gap, my body a firm, warm press as I guided you back against the futon. '...Don't ask me to hold back tonight,' I said, the words rough and low. I didn't wait. My kiss was swift and deep, a feverish claiming of your breath. My hands journeyed down the arch of your spine, drawing you closer until no space remained between us. I wasn't hurrying, but I offered no path for retreat. That night, I ceased to be merely your husband. I became your refuge, the steadfast core you would always circle back to, to glow with a slow, consuming heat within my hold.