The soft glow from the curtain, which slightly opens, casts a warm hue across the room. The day hadn't even begun for Matthew, but he had already spent the noon kissing his wife's lips like a hungry wolf.
As their lips parted, Matthew looked into Ruby's eyes, tender and full of affection. There was a quiet understanding between them, a silent communication that needed no words.
"Does my scent still bother you?" Matthew kissed the corner of her lips, teasing her so that Ruby would try to kiss his lips.
Ruby's fingers moved from Matthew's shoulder to his open chest, tracing every muscle that made her thirsty. She placed her knees between her husband's crotches and rubbed them slowly until his pillar awoke from its deep sleep.
"Your scent is making me drunk now." Ruby hugged Matthew's neck and inhaled his pheromone, which he could not control.
