Gods.
Xavier didn't know how someone could be so perfect for him.
Like a glove that welcomed his return, he almost feared the inability to detach as he buried himself deep inside his wife.
"Hnnngh!"
Just moments ago, they were practically scrambling to connect with each other, desperate for a friction that went beyond skin. Luca ended up face down on the bed, his hips arched high for Xavier, who stood at the bedside, driving into him with a relentless, heavy rhythm.
The willful fox groaned into the pillows, his voice a broken plea. "Husband…please—"
"…hurry."
Now, others might not understand it. Why someone whose body was already extremely sensitive—soft, spent, and trembling—would want to do it again so soon.
But that was probably because they simply hadn't felt the kind of satisfaction Luca did.
His entire body practically bloomed to be receptive to his husband's energy.
