I watched as Harrison walked into the dimly lit cottage, the familiar scent of my favorite candles filling the air. I was curled up on the couch with our son, and seeing him brought a small smile to his lips. I looked up, searching his face, seeing the weight of a long day etched there. As he came closer, I could feel the tension in him slowly melting away.
“Hey,” I said softly, trying to comfort him.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply, his touch desperate and intense. I melted into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his warmth and the strength I craved. The day’s troubles started to fade away as he carried me to the bedroom, our kisses growing deeper, our breaths ragged.
A warmth began to build within me, a strong pull I couldn’t ignore. I wanted him, needed him, and I didn’t care about anything else.
Breaking our kiss, I whispered, “Harrison, what are you doing?”
“I want another baby,” he murmured into my ear, his voice thick with longing. A thrill ran through me at his words. It had been a long time since we’d connected like this, without anything standing in our way.
He laid me on the bed, his eyes dark with desire. I saw the determination in his gaze, a promise that he would take away our worries, even if only for a moment. He pulled off my clothes with a passion that was both thrilling and overwhelming. His hands moved over me, claiming every part of me, and I found myself wanting more, needing him even more deeply.
He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth with a fierce hunger. His hips pressed into mine, his need obvious and undeniable. I moaned, arching my body to meet his, craving every touch. He was rough, but it was the kind of roughness I longed for, the kind that made me feel truly alive and wanted.
Without hesitation, he pushed inside me in one powerful motion. I gasped, the mix of pain and pleasure hitting me all at once. It had been too long since he’d been this close to me, this intense. His movements were wild, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, every sound pulling him further into me.
The room around us faded, becoming nothing but a blur of sensations: the feel of the bed beneath us, the scent of our desire, the sounds of our bodies joining. Our eyes stayed locked on each other, our connection growing deeper with every movement. I saw the anger and pain in his eyes, and in that moment, I gave myself over to him completely.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, urging me to take all of him. Our rhythm quickened, our bodies moving together as one. I felt my release building inside me, a pressure that was both thrilling and terrifying. His gaze demanded that I let go, and I did.
I cried out as I shattered around him, my body shaking with the force of my climax. He followed, holding me tight as he released, our bodies entwined, breathless and spent. We lay there in the quiet, our breaths heavy, the scent of our passion filling the room. For a moment, nothing else mattered. Not the mansion, not Mr. Blackwood, not the secrets or the struggles-only us, together, in this fleeting moment.
After a few moments, he leaned close and whispered, “I want more.” He pulled me close again, his hand pressing gently on my neck as he entered me once more, pinning me to the bed with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine.
I gasped as he began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate. Each thrust sent a surge of pleasure through me, each one a silent promise of how much he needed this as much as I did. His eyes stayed on mine, filled with a raw intensity that made my heart race. My hands roamed his back, my nails digging in, urging him to go deeper, harder.
Our movements grew frantic, our breaths mingling, filling the room with our shared passion. For a while, nothing else mattered-just the warmth of his skin against mine, the feeling of being loved so fiercely. The world faded away as we became lost in each other, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
Harrison cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive skin, and I arched into his touch, wanting more. His mouth left a trail of kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, until he reached my breast, taking me in his mouth. I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation, my body surrendering to his touch again.
He rolled me over, lifting my hips, and I felt exposed, vulnerable, yet more alive than ever. He entered me again, his movements hitting that perfect spot inside me that made me scream his name. I welcomed the intensity, the mix of pleasure and pain, knowing that he was giving me all of himself.
With each thrust, he held me tighter, his breathing harsh in my ear. I felt him reaching his peak, his movements becoming erratic. And then it hit us, that final wave of release, an explosion of pleasure that left us both gasping for air.
We collapsed onto the bed, tangled together, our breaths slowly calming. For a few moments, we lay there, wrapped up in each other, the silence filled only with the sound of our hearts racing. In that moment, everything felt right, as if we’d found our way back to each other again