Having a wife who could look hot and beautiful at the same time could take your breath away.
He lay back on the bed, utterly mesmerized, his hands resting gently on her swaying hips as she moved above him like a goddess in the soft glow of the lamplight.
Her skin was flushed a delicate rose, glowing with the heat of their passion, and her full breasts swayed rhythmically with every roll of her body, drawing his eyes in helpless adoration.
She rode him with such graceful power, her hips circling and grinding in a slow, intoxicating rhythm that made his breath catch in his throat.
"My love," he whispered, his voice husky and tender, fingers tracing reverent patterns along her waist. "Is this way of punishing me...since it's working."
Raven smirked at that.
She leaned forward slightly, her hair cascading around them like a veil, and he reached up to cup her face, pulling her down for a deep, lingering kiss.
