EPILOGUE

James found himself becoming increasingly flustered on the day of his wedding. He constantly misplaced his shoes, almost ripping his dress robes every other minute. It was as if he couldn't go a single minute without some sort of calamity happening to him.

Elodie, on the other hand, was calm and collected, seemingly unfazed by the chaos that James was causing. She simply chuckled, watching him fumble and bumble his way through the preparations.

James' family seemed to relish the opportunity to see him panic and stress on his wedding day. Instead of helping him, they merely watched with amusement, enjoying the chaos he was causing.

His mother, in particular, revelled in his nervousness. "Looks like someone's feeling the pressure," she chuckled sarcastically, her eyes glimmering with mischief.

James shot his mother a glare, but he was far too panicked to maintain it long. "Yes, thank you, Mother," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your astute observation is much appreciated."

He glanced around, noticing how everyone seemed to be enjoying his misery. Great. Just great.

Lily grinned at her brother, saying, "Once you finally see Elodie, all your nerves will fade away."

James grinned back at her. "That's why you're my favourite sister," he replied.

Lily deadpanned, stating, "I am your only sister."

Albus rolled his eyes, to which James glared at him. "And you're my least favourite brother."

Albus shot him a blank stare. "I'm your only brother," he protested.

James huffed, "If I say 'sibling,' it implies I have favourites."

Ginny sighed, shaking her head slightly. She glanced over at Harry, who was standing off to the side, trying not to get involved. Harry knew from experience that he tended to make things worse when he inserted himself into his children's disagreements, so he decided it was best to keep out of it for now.

Eventually, the time had come, and it was time for James and Elodie to exchange their vows.

As Elodie walked down the aisle, James managed to embarrass himself even further. This moment would become a hot topic of conversation for years to come, with his family finding every opportunity to tease him about it during the holidays.

Elodie, on the other hand, always found a way to find humour in the situation. She had a knack for finding the nostalgic and amusing aspects of James's blunders.

James had established himself as a professional quidditch player, enjoying a five-year stint in the sport. However, he eventually chose to retire and pursue a new path as an Auror.

Meanwhile, Elodie had followed in her husband's uncle Bill's footsteps and trained under him as a curse-breaker. At first, she found it to be a difficult task, but James remained her steadfast supporter throughout her journey.

James and Elodie were married for only a few months when they discovered that she was pregnant. Their families couldn't help but tease James about being just like his father and grandfather for getting her pregnant so soon after their wedding.

During her pregnancy, Elodie proved to be quite a handful. However, James was probably even more clingy and devoted, his attention constantly focused on her.

Despite Elodie's pregnancy bringing some unique challenges, James couldn't bring himself to let her out of his sight. His protectiveness and worry only increased as her belly grew, and he found himself constantly fussing over her and offering a helping hand with even the simplest tasks.

The constant doting and clinginess continued to cause some amusement among their family and friends. Some found it endearing, while others thought James was being a bit over-the-top, but his love and devotion towards Elodie never wavered.

A FEW YEARS LATER

With a loud, exasperated sigh, Elodie stormed through the cluttered hallway toward James, her arms crossed across her chest. "James Sirius Potter!" she scolded, her voice carrying through the mess. "You've managed to turn our house into a real disaster in one day!"

Unperturbed, James emerged from one of the rooms, feigning complete innocence. "What makes you think I was responsible for this?" he asked, trying to play dumb.

She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at his response. "Right, so our barely one-year-old child somehow managed to cause this chaotic mess, huh?" she said, her tone indicating her disbelief.

James, feeling a mix of guilt and affection, sheepishly smiled. "I love you," he confessed, knowing full well that he was responsible for the disarray.

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head in exasperation. "Do I even want to know the reason for this mess?"

James hesitated for a moment, mentally calculating his response. "No," he answered, but the sound of a barking dog interrupted his words.

She heard him mutter a curse under his breath. "James," she said sternly. "If I go down this hallway, will I see something I shouldn't?"

He shut the door behind him, catching Elodie's attention. "You look beautiful."

The door opened slightly, revealing a white dog nearly covered in soap suds.

She crouched down in front of the dog. "All right, Mister, bark once if I should scold James, or bark twice if I should let him go?"

The dog barked once, causing James to look betrayed as he realized his fate had been handed over to a canine judge.

"Snow!"

"Oh, he already has a name?" Elodie couldn't help but sing sweetly at the sight of her husband's nervous gulp. "Unbelievable, James—it's the fourth animal you've brought home this month. Should we consider starting a zoo?"

James grinned, completely unashamed. "It would be fun!"

In response, Elodie shook her head, but her tone revealed she was trying to hold back her affection. "You are so lucky I love you so much," she scolded lightly.

"I love you too, dear." He replied with a smile, eliciting a soft chuckle from her.

"Make sure the mess is cleaned before our parents arrive tomorrow," she instructed.

He gaped at her, completely flabbergasted, "Merlin, that's tomorrow?"

"Yes indeed," she confirmed, knowing all too well how their mothers would react to any signs of a messy house.

She clapped her hands and gave him a mischievous grin. "Come on, Love. The faster you clean, the sooner we can have some quality cuddling time."

He huffed, knowing she was right. Despite his initial reluctance, he began to swiftly tackle the task of cleaning.

Elodie watched with amusement as James got to work on cleaning the house in record time, determined to get it spotless before their parents arrived.

Seeing him quickly work, Elodie couldn't help but tease," Hurry up darling, or we'll have to stay up all night to clean up." She grinned, enjoying the sight of him rushing around.

Later that night, as the house grew quiet, James quietly made his way to find Elodie in her study, engrossed in a book. He leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment with a soft smile.

He observed her for a moment longer before finally clearing his throat, and gaining her attention. "Elodie?" he murmured gently.

Elodie looked up from her book at the sound of her name, recognizing James' voice. She pushed her glasses up her nose and gave him a warm smile before setting her book aside. "Yes, what is it, love?"

He moved silently into the study, gracefully closing the door behind him. Elodie removed her glasses, her eyes following him as he walked toward her.

James approached her desk, standing by her side. He ran a hand through his hair, a slight smile on his face. "I couldn't sleep," he confessed softly.

Elodie glanced up at him, setting her glasses down on the desk. "Oh, why not? Is everything alright, darling?" her voice was filled with concern as she looked at him.

James turned her chair to face him. "I just need some time with my lovely wife," he replied, his voice filled with affection.

Elodie chuckled and rested her elbow on her chair, placing her chin on her hand. "Is that right? You can't get enough of me, I take it?"

He moved closer until he was standing right beside her chair, his hands resting on each side of the chair. "I can never get enough of you," he confessed with a smile.

He leaned closer, their faces only inches apart. His eyes met hers, filled with a mixture of desire and affection. He spoke in a soft, low voice. "You've been spending all day buried in your books. I've been starving for your attention."

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a sly smile. "Or perhaps this is just a reward-seeking ploy, huh?"

He chuckled. "Both, of course," James responded, returning her grin. "I do enjoy my rewards, after all."

Elodie raised an eyebrow at his response, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, really now? So my attention is part of your rewards system, is that it?"

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms in mock disappointment. "You better be deserving of my precious attention, you know."

He chuckled at her raised eyebrow, his smirk widening in response. "Oh, absolutely. Your attention is among the highest rewards I strive for," he confessed with a cheeky grin.

Leaning in closer, he continued with a mock defensiveness, "Well, I assure you, I have proven time and again that I'm thoroughly worthy of such a rare prize."

She let out a scoff, feigning disbelief. "And just how exactly have you proven your worthiness, hm?" she challenged, tilting her head with a playful glint in her eyes.

He continued, "I meticulously cleaned the mess the animals were responsible for, all because I wanted to ensure a tidy house,"

She countered with a raised eyebrow, "The mess you insisted on bringing into our home, I might add."

He chuckled, a smile playing on his lips, "But hey, you never said no when I brought the animals home."

She hummed in amusement, "You know I trust you to take care of them."

James leaned closer, a mix of exasperation and desire in his voice. "Oh, come on, Elodie. It was a long day, and I've been longing for some intimate time with my wife."

She chuckled, her grin playful. "Wow, you're usually more patient than that. How unusual."

He groaned softly. "I've been pent up all day, waiting for a moment like this."

She raised an eyebrow, her tone filled with playful sarcasm. "How delightful. It seems my husband is uncharacteristically impatient tonight."

He breathed out, "Don't tease me, darling. You know it's been a long, tiring day for us both."

Her smirk grew, her words dripping with affectionate teasing. "And yet, somehow, you've managed to reach new levels of impatience. Color me surprised."

He pleaded, "Come on, please!"

She leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Earn those rewards, darling. Put in a little effort to set the mood."

He groaned playfully, "But I've already put in so much effort today!"

She raised an eyebrow, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Ah, but effort isn't the only currency here, my dear. Seduce me."

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He huffed jokingly, "I washed the dishes AND cleaned up after the animals!"

Her smile widened at his dramatic tone. "Ah, yes, the pinnacle of seduction techniques. Household chores."

He huffed in protest, "What's wrong with taking care of the household chores?"

She smirked, enjoying his feigned disappointment. "Oh, absolutely nothing. But let's just say it won't exactly ignite an immediate spark of desire, love."

He stepped away and hummed contemplatively before taking a moment to gaze at his wife with a smirk. She studied him closely, noticing his huff and eye roll.

He then huffed, "Fine, what do you want? A strip tease?"

His smirk widened, and she perked up at the suggestion. "Now THAT would be something I'd love to see."

He stepped back, amused by her response. "Oh, you'd enjoy that, hm?"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how much I'd love to watch you undress."

He chuckled, unable to hide his amusement. "You're quite the voyeur, aren't you, love?"

She hummed, her curiosity piqued. "What can I say? I have a certain weakness for your seductive charm," she answered with a provocative smile.

He laughed, recognizing her appreciation for his seductive moves. "Well, I'm pleased to know your weakness is my charm."

She blushed slightly, her voice low and seductive. "Don't act so nonchalant. You know very well how alluring you can be when you want to be."

She snapped her finger, pointing at him and then down towards his body. "Now, strip for me."

He chuckled at her bold command, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Oh, so demanding, aren't we?" The room filled with anticipation as he began to slowly remove his shirt.

She leaned back in her chair, watching with a hungry gaze as he began to undress. The anticipation grew stronger by the second. He tossed his shirt aside, revealing his toned chest and abs. "Are you enjoying the view, darling?"

Her eyes roamed over him, appreciating his toned physique. "Oh, absolutely. It's quite the view," she replied, her voice low and sultry.

He chuckled, noticing her appreciative eye contact. "I could stand here all day and let you feast your eyes on me, but I might get a little cold if I don't get any warmer clothes on soon."

He began to undo his pants, tugging at the belt.

She watched with interest as he undid his belt and started unzipping his pants, her attention fixed on his every move. "Oh, don't worry, you won't be cold for long."

He grinned at her promise, fully stripping down to his boxers. "That's comforting to hear."

She hummed, studying his body in its boxer-clad glory. "I hope you're comfortable standing there in just your underwear for a bit. You're quite distracting."

He chuckled, his ego stroked by her words. "Oh, I'm feeling more than comfortable standing here. I'm enjoying the attention, that's for sure."

Elodie bit her lower lip, unable to tear her gaze away. "You know, those boxers look incredibly enticing on you."

He grinned, loving how entranced she was. "You like what you see, huh?"

She nodded, her voice filled with longing. "I do. A lot. You're wearing quite the attention-grabbing pair of underwear there, darling." She made a show of slowly running her eyes over him in appreciation.

He chuckled, revelling in her admiration. "Well, I'm glad you're enjoying the view."

She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving his body. "Oh, I'm definitely enjoying it. And I have a great idea of how to make it even more captivating."

Intrigued, he raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

She hummed before looking down at the spot on the ground where she gestured. "Hand me your belt."

He looked at her, slightly amused. "My belt? Why do you need it exactly, darling?"

She hummed, her gaze fixated on the ground, "Just give it here for a moment, darling."

He obediently handed her his belt, his curiosity growing. "Okay, here you go." She then took his hands and lifted them toward her. He complied, watching with bated breath.

He watched with a mixture of curiosity and tension, awaiting her next move. "What are you planning exactly?" he asked, his voice slightly huskier than usual.

She smirked, enjoying the way he was looking at her. "Just trust me, darling." With that, she began to wrap the belt around his wrists, restraining them together.

She stood up, guiding him towards the couch and lifting his bound hands above his head. She then grinned, clearly enjoying the power reversal.

"Mmm...this is quite the position," he murmured, slightly breathless.

Feeling the warm air from her whisper against his ear, he shivered, his pulse quickening. "Elodie, you're going to drive me crazy like this..."

She smirked, noticing his reaction to her proximity. "Good. That's the plan," she said, her voice low and sultry.

She stepped closer to him, her body just inches away. "I love seeing you all tied up, at my mercy like this," she murmured.

He swallowed, his face almost flush with desire. "You're enjoying this a bit too much, aren't you?" he retorted, albeit through a quivering breath.

She chuckled, relishing in his slight vulnerability. "Oh, you know me well. I do enjoy having you restrained and unable to touch me the way I know you want to."

She pressed herself against him, her breath caressing his neck. "But let's be honest, you're loving this as well. You like being at my mercy, and I know it."

His body trembled under her touch, her words sending waves of desire through him. "Mmm...you do know me well," he confessed.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensation of her body pressed against his, his wrists taut against the back of the couch.

She moved even closer, her body now flush against his, her breath hot on his skin. "But let's face it, you love being limited like this. It's adding an extra layer of thrill, isn't it?"

He tugged against his restraints, his wrists still firmly bound above his head. "I like it, though. I like knowing that you have the power and I'm at your mercy," he admitted, his voice slightly more hoarse with desire.

She hummed, her hand slowly trailing down his stomach as she spoke. Her voice was husky as she asked, "Tell me...how much do you want me, darling?"

He shivered under her touch, his stomach involuntarily tensing at her question. "So much," he responded, his voice slightly strained from the effort of restraint.

He watched her hand move down his stomach, his desire evident in the slight arch of his back. "Every part of me is aching to touch you," he confessed, his chest rising and falling with uneven breaths.

She chuckled, loving the effect she had on him. "I can tell, you're practically shivering in anticipation."

She ran her hand back up his stomach, the movement slow and tantalizing. "But you're still restrained, unable to touch me the way you want," she teased, enjoying the power dynamic.

He let out a guttural moan, his body yearning for her touch. "You're being a tease, love," he murmured through clenched teeth.

She straddled his lap, her body positioned perfectly on top of him. He groaned at the sensation of her weight and the implications of her position.

"You're driving me crazy, love," he gritted out.

"Oh darling, that's kind of my point," she replied with a mischievous grin.

She rocked her hips gently, the movement causing a delicious friction between them. She looked down at him, noticing the obvious effects of her teasing.

He looked up at her, a mix of desire and frustration in his eyes. "You're a complete torture, you know that?" he huffed, his voice strained.

She hummed her agreement, the sound low and sultry. Her lips brushed against his in a soft kiss, the connection sending a wave of pleasure through him.

He responded eagerly, parting his lips to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking hers. He strained against his restraints, his body craving more than just her mouth to feel.

The kiss was passionate and intense, a physical manifestation of their mounting desire. He wanted to pull her closer, to touch every inch of her, but the restraint kept him in check.

He groaned against her lips, the sensations building up within him. Unable to fully express his desires through his hands, he resorted to arching his hips, seeking any contact possible.

The movement was almost involuntary, a desperate attempt to alleviate the growing need for touch. "Elodie," he whispered against her mouth, the word almost a plea.

She chuckled, her desire evident in the way she moved against him. She felt the subtle movements of his hips, the desperate need behind them.

She broke the kiss, a breathless smile on her face. "You're so pent up, darling. You're practically aching for some friction, aren't you?" she teased, her voice low and seductive.

He huffed a breathless laugh, his chest heaving with the effort to control his desires. "You have no idea," he admitted, his voice strained.

The friction from her hips against his own was maddening. He wanted more, but the restraints limited his actions. He watched as she stood up and undressed, his eyes roamed over her body hungrily, his desires even more fervent in his helplessness.

He strained against his restraints, his body yearning to touch her. "Elodie, please," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of pleading and desire.

She slowly undid her clothes, taking her time in front of him, allowing him to watch every movement. "Mmm...look at you, desperately wanting to touch me, yet you can't. It's beautiful."

He groaned, his body tensing in anticipation. "You're going to be the end of me," he warned, his voice low and rough.

His wrists rubbed against the tie, a desperate attempt to free himself. But the leather held firm, a constant reminder of his helpless state.

He watched as she continued to undress, her slow movements only adding to his frustration.

"Oh, I am indeed enjoying this," she purred, fully undressed. She moved back towards him, her body now completely exposed. "Look at you, all restrained and at my mercy. You're a sight to behold, darling."

She straddled him again, taking her place on his lap. The feel of her skin against his now only heightened his desire. "You're so eager for me, it's adorable," she teased, her hands roaming over his chest.

He whimpered, his body taut with longing. "Please remove them," he begged, his voice strained from the effort to remain restrained. "I want you, all of you."

She chuckled, taking her time to respond. "Mmm, you're begging so nicely, darling. But can you be patient for just a little while longer? I want to take my time with you."

He huffed, attempting to control his frustration. "I'm trying to be, love. But you're making it very difficult with how you're teasing me like this."

He tugged against his bonds again, wanting nothing more than for her to remove his boxers and give him some much-needed release. "You're just enjoying seeing me like this, aren't you?" he questioned a hint of accusation in his tone.

She chuckled, enjoying his growing impatience. "Oh, you're so eager." she teased.

Then, she was taken slightly off guard when he suddenly pulled her closer, his bare leg tugging her towards him. She chuckled again, the sudden movement revealing his true frustration.

"Someone's really eager," she observed, her hands still on the waistband of his boxers.

"You can't blame me for being eager when you've been teasing me for so long," he retorted, his voice husky with desire.

"You look so lovely like this," she continued, her eyes raking over his naked form. "So needy, so pleading."

He groaned, his body taut with desire. "Don't tease me, love," he warned, his voice strained. "You know exactly what you're doing to me. I can't take it much longer."

He continued to tug at her, his movements almost frenzied now. He was desperate for her touch, for any relief from the mounting need. "Please, I need you," he practically pleaded, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

James' breath hitched as she tugged on his boxers, finally revealing what he had been yearning to feel for so long. He watched her with a mix of impatience and desire.

She moved slowly, positioning herself to straddle him once again. He felt the weight of her body on him, the anticipation growing with each passing second. "Elodie..." he breathed, his voice laced with longing.

She chuckled, enjoying the way he was coming undone beneath her. "You're so impatient, darling," she retorted, her voice low and sultry.

She moved closer, her body now fully seated on his hips, their intimate areas touching just enough to send a jolt of want through him. "I love seeing you like this," she murmured, her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breaths.

She started kissing him, her lips moving against his hungrily. As she moved on top of him, she could feel the passion and desire building. She also noticed James growing increasingly impatient under her touch.

Finally, she decided to release him from his cuffs. "Alright, darling," she murmured between kisses, unlocking the leather bindings.

He let out a hiss of relief as the cuffs loosened, his hands breaking free of their restraint. "Finally," he breathed, the word more of a sigh than a word at this point.

He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her against him tightly. His hands roamed over her back, feeling the bare skin under his palms. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this," he admitted, his voice low and rough.

She chuckled, feeling his hands roaming over her body. "You're so intolerant, you know that?" she teased, her own hands roaming over his chest and back.

She shifted slightly, her body moving on top of his in a way that made him moan softly. "But I'm quite happy to finally have you free to touch me," she purred, her lips trailing hot kisses down his neck.

"You're the one who was torturing me with your teasing," he replied, his hands continuing their exploration of her body.

He gasped as she moved against him, the sensation sending a thrill through him. "And I'm going to make up for the time lost," he stated firmly, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her closer.

"I'm going to touch you everywhere, Elodie."

As he pulled her closer, she moved with him, their bodies pressing closely together. "I can't wait to feel your hands on me," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Make me shiver, darling," she challenged, challenging him with a sly grin.

He let out a low growl, his desire growing even more intense at her challenge. "Is that a dare?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need.

He didn't hesitate, his hands moving to wander over her body, exploring every inch of her skin. "I'll make you shiver, and then some, love. But you'll be the one begging for release this time," he warned, his own hands moving down to caress her thighs.

She let out a soft gasp as his hands began to explore her body, the sensation making her shiver. "Oh, you're so confident, aren't you?" she replied, her own hands roaming over his chest.

"We'll see who's begging for release by the end of this, love," she teased, moving against him in a way that made him gasp.

She chuckled softly as he lowered her onto the couch, enjoying the way he held her. As he knelt over her, his hands on either side of her head, she found herself completely at his mercy. Her body was pressed into the couch, her arms pinned underneath him as he held her in place.

He chuckled at her tease, amused by her playful banter. "You have no idea how tempted I am to just ravish you right here, right now," he admitted, his voice low and rough.

His body was completely covering hers, their faces just inches apart. He loved the way her arms were trapped under him, her body completely at his mercy. "I could do all sorts of things to you right now," he murmured, his eyes travelling down her body, taking her in.

She shivered at his words, the desire in his voice clear. "Go on then, darling," she challenged her desire matching his own. "I dare you," she added, her voice breathless yet challenging.

His eyes darkened at her words, the challenge in her tone only fueling his already mounting desire. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice low and rough.

He felt her hips move subtly beneath him, the movement bringing them closer together. "Are you sure you can handle it?" he asked, his own body responding to her movements, his hips shifting slightly to rub against hers.

She chuckled, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Oh, I can handle anything you throw at me, darling," she replied, her voice filled with confidence.

He chuckled at her confident declaration, enjoying the fire that burned in her eyes. "I know you can love," he agreed, his voice filled with a mix of desire and admiration.

He felt her hips move against his again, the movement only adding fuel to the fire between them. "But I like to take my time when I'm with you," he confessed, his hips responding to her movements, grinding against her in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

She rolled her eyes playfully, the tension between them escalating as James continued to tease her. It was a slow, deliberate build-up, and even though it was driving her crazy, she loved it.

She shifted beneath his gaze, letting out a small whine at his slow movements. "James," she breathed, her voice breathless. "You're driving me crazy with this teasing."

He chuckled, loving the effect his teasing was having on her. "You're just so damn impatient, love," he replied, his voice low and rough.

She whimpered at his response, his words adding to her growing frustration. "I am patient," she protested, her voice slightly shaky.

His continued movements were a delicious torment, and she knew he was enjoying every moment of this. "But you're a sadist, aren't you?" she accused, trying to hide her growing desire.

"And you know perfectly well what it does to me when you talk like that," she then added, her hips moving in an attempt to gain more friction.

She knew how difficult patience could be, even for them. And despite enjoying the teasing and the slow, deliberate build-up, she had reached a point where she couldn't stop herself.

She moved in a specific way, causing a gasp that escaped her lips at the sudden and intimate sensation. She could feel her husband's gasp of surprise.

"There," she mumbled, her eyes locking with his. "Was that too much?"

He was taken by surprise at the sudden movement, his gasp of surprise mixing with her own. "That was unexpected, to say the least," he replied, his voice slightly strained.

He looked down at her, a mixture of surprise and pleasure on his face. "Are you trying to drive me absolutely insane?" he asked, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

She huffed, a hint of impatience in her voice. "Just shut up and move," she commanded, her voice sultry and demanding.

He chuckled at her command, clearly amused by her impatience. "As much as I love hearing your voice, love," he replied, his own need growing more intense with every passing moment, "I'll gladly hold my tongue and give you what you want."

They moved together, their bodies pressed closely together, their passion mounting with each movement. The night seemed to blur into a slow, deliberate dance of pleasure and desire, filled with heated touches and whispered words.

The heat and passion between them were almost palpable, their bodies moving in a slow, fluid rhythm. They were completely lost in each other, their words and touches expressing the depth of their desire.

"You drive me wild, you know that?" he breathed, his voice rough with need. "I'm completely putty in your hands when you touch me like that."

He continued to move against her, his hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her. "I could watch you all night," he added, his eyes fixed on her face, taking in her every reaction.

She silenced him with a sudden but passionate kiss, her lips pressing against his urgently.

He was taken slightly off-guard by the unexpected kiss, but he quickly returned the kiss with equal fervour.