"These legs were the first I saw of you," he murmured, "And I was so fucking obsessed with them. You can't imagine how much."
Avery pressed her lips to his, though he only complied for a moment so he could look at her body again. She was completely naked, while he was as fully dressed as he'd been when she came in. It felt like a dirty act, except it wasn't. They were married.
And this was supposed to be a normal occurrence between married couples, wasn't it?
"Will you keep calling me love if I help you get off?" Archie asked, eyes narrowed but full of heat on her body.
Avery grinded impatiently against him, a lie escaping her lips, "I will." How weird would it be if she started to call him that?
A momentary pause was her only warning before he gripped her hair, and a gasp escaped her lips when he pulled her head back by her ponytail. She panted, unresisting the ruthless hold that kept her neck angled and her brown eyes fixed on the ceiling.
