Circe's mouth went dry again as he returned to her, his thighs parting hers even wider. He settled between her legs, his weight a delicious pressure as he captured her mouth once more, addicted to the taste of her.
His hardness pressed against her core as his hands roamed freely now, pushing her shift higher until the fabric was bunched around her neck, exposing her breasts to his gaze.
"My wife," he growled against her lips, the words a possessive rumble that sent fresh heat spiraling through her. One hand cupped her breast once more, caressing her nipple with the pad of his finger, while the other guided his cock to her entrance, nudging just enough to make her whimper.
His words didn't rankle her like they used to. It was true after all. Regardless of how they got to this point, she was still his wife and now, under the weight of his full attention, she felt wholly his, in mind and body.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him impossibly close.
