Marco's POV
Being beside my wife as she slept felt like a dream I had no right to touch, yet here I was, drowning in it. Her soft breaths fanned across my chest, her legs tangled with mine, her skin still warm from everything we did. And I couldn't stop staring at her.
Moon goddess, I couldn't get enough of her.
The taste of her still lingered on my mouth, the sound of her moans echoing in my head, her body yielding to mine like she had never left, like she had never promised herself she would never give in to me again. Having her in my arms felt like coming home after years of wandering through hell.
Part of me, the selfish and primal part, wanted more. I wanted to keep her here every night, every morning, every moment. I wanted her swollen with my child again, tied to me in every way a woman could be tied to a man. The idea alone sent a sharp ache through my chest.
