From dawn till dusk, my spouse refuses to release his grip on me—an unexpectedly passionate yet flawed union. “Come closer, Kokoro, I can’t wait any longer,” whispers my seemingly unreliable partner. Beneath his carefree exterior lies a man whose charm, desire, and primal instincts are dialed to maximum intensity. His skilled hands and teasing tongue explore every hidden crevice without mercy, leaving me breathless and trembling.
What began as a simple arrangement has spiraled into endless nights of insatiable hunger. His touch lingers long after sunrise, tracing patterns across my skin as if memorizing every curve. The contrast between his lazy smiles and the predatory glint in his eyes sends shivers down my spine.
Even during mundane moments—shared meals, casual conversations—his gaze burns with unspoken promises. He teases with slow, deliberate caresses, drawing out whimpers I try to suppress. Our marriage may be far from perfect, but the way he claims me, body and soul, makes resistance futile.
Each encounter leaves me craving more, addicted to the way he unravels me with whispered words and relentless pleasure. The world fades when he’s near, replaced by heat and need. This is no fairy tale—it’s raw, consuming, and utterly intoxicating.
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