It had been exactly three days at my parents house, with the holiday around, everyone in the family had gathered there. We barely spent any time with one another and having been divided into separate floors of the house, I knew he was desperate. The segregation wasn’t all that bad, having had some down time with the girls to relax, hang out or just have fun.

Usually the married couples in the family got bedrooms entirely to themselves but this year it was different. Thus when I would walk down the stairs every afternoon with my hair done up, my gorgeous dress fitted tightly around my curves and wearing jewels he showered me in, his gaze would be the first thing I would find.

Every time we would gather for dinner or make way past one another, his hands would graze me ever so slightly, his glance setting me ablaze, knowing everything that could possibly be running through his mind.

So after the ending of many feasts, late nights and hectic days, everyone packed up and decided to head home after the last dinner we were to attend in another city at my aunts place.

Soon after everyone’s arrival the table is set and dinner is served. I meet his gaze from across the room and all I can do is impatiently wait to go home with him. Soon after tea is served everyone begins to leave except my family, only for me to find out that we’re staying behind and will leave in a few hours. As it’s time to leave soon I come to learn that he will be staying the night and I’ll be going home with the rest of my family instead.

Everyone says their goodbyes and we’re finally on our way. It felt so peaceful to finally come back home even though it felt empty without him. I quickly change, and climb into bed. The weather is quite windy so I leave my window open and the breeze flows around me as I lay in bed, overwhelmed by his thoughts.

Being an insomniac is a curse and a blessing for an over thinker like myself. Often I’m not entirely asleep, just lucid with my music playing in the background and my mind floating. I finally get some shuteye and suddenly feel someones hands running from my hair down to my waist and then pulling me entirely back against them.

”You’re home” I whisper in surprise.

I slightly turn my head to meet his gaze but he swiftly moves on top of me as I lay on my back.

Watching him even in the dark of the night my hungry thoughts overtake my mind but are interrupted by the feeling of his rough hands grabbing my neck.

I can’t help but look up at him, his hair is slightly messy, his white shirt tightly wrapped around his biceps and his scent intoxicating the room.

”Let me have you.” he growls.

Desperation in his eyes and a roughness to his touch as he holds me with both of his hands, waiting for my signal to pounce.

There’s anger in his tone, he towers over me and I know he’s ready to dominate me. From his glance I know the permission he seeks isn’t ordinary; he wants me in every way possible with no regard to whether I desire it or not.

I press my legs and squeeze them together harder hoping he doesn’t acknowledge the wetness that’s seeping onto his sheets already. Tonight he’s venturing for property, little does he know how desperate I am to give it all up.

I hesitate as I place my hand on his chest and the vibration of his heart could be felt upon my hand, I bite my lip and slowly nod. In response he places his hand over mine and slightly squeezes before he speaks.

”I’m sorry for what I’m about to do to you tonight.”

He states before holding me against him and standing up off the bed, I wrap my legs and arms around him and rest my head on his shoulder, knowing I’m in for a long night.

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