The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that made your skin prickle. You sat on the edge of the bed, your body still humming from the exhaustion of the day. The baby had finally fallen asleep in the crib just a few feet away, and you were desperate for a moment of peace. But your husband, standing in the doorway, had other plans.

His eyes were dark, intense, and they bore into you with a hunger that made your stomach twist. He stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind him, and you could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on you.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding. It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, one that left no room for argument.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “The baby… she needs to be fed soon,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He took another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “She can wait,” he said, his tone firm. “I need you now.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. His touch was warm, almost electric, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. You wanted to resist, to pull away and tend to your child, but there was something in his eyes that held you captive. Something primal, unyielding.

“Please,” you murmured, though you weren’t sure if you were pleading for him to stop or to continue.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both demanding and possessive. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the hardness of his arousal against your thigh, and it made your breath catch in your throat.

His kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your head spin. You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands instinctively reaching up to grip his shoulders. He was relentless, his desire consuming him, and you could feel yourself being swept up in it.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your lips swollen and tingling. He didn’t give you a chance to recover. His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one swift motion. The cool air hit your skin, but it did nothing to quell the heat that was building inside you.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “All mine.”

You shivered at his words, a mix of fear and desire coursing through you. He reached behind you, unhooking your bra with practiced ease, and tossed it aside. His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, already hard and sensitive. You gasped, arching into his touch as a wave of pleasure washed over you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. You moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on your breasts. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs.

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, and you could feel yourself losing control. Your hips rocked against him, seeking friction, seeking relief. He chuckled darkly, pulling away just enough to look at you.

“So eager,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

He pushed you back onto the bed, his hands moving to the waistband of your pants. He tugged them down, along with your panties, leaving you completely exposed to him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, spread out before him like a feast.

“Perfect,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.

He knelt between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs apart. You could feel the heat of his breath against your most sensitive area, and it made you tremble with anticipation. He didn’t make you wait. His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit with slow, deliberate strokes. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure shot through you.

He continued to tease you, his tongue exploring every inch of you, driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might burst. And then he stopped.

You whimpered in frustration, your body aching for release. He looked up at you, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Not yet,” he said, his voice filled with promise.

He stood up, stripping off his clothes with quick, efficient movements. His body was lean and muscular, every inch of him radiating power and dominance. You couldn’t help but stare, your mouth going dry at the sight of him.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs once more. You could feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, and it made your breath hitch. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Tell me you want this.”

You hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes left no room for doubt. “I want this,” you breathed, your voice barely audible.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as he began to move. His pace was slow at first, each thrust deliberate and deep. But it wasn’t long before he picked up speed, his hips slamming into yours with a force that left you gasping for air.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. You could feel the tension building inside you again, stronger this time, more intense. He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.

It was too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, consuming you completely. You came with a cry, your body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. He didn’t stop. He continued to pound into you, chasing his own release.

When he finally came, it was with a guttural groan that sent shivers down your spine. He collapsed on top of you, his breathing ragged as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, faintly, you heard the sound of the baby stirring in her crib. You tensed, but he didn’t move.

“She can wait,” he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “We’re not done yet.”