Your husband, Xyro, went home after hunting, it was 1:30 AM in the morning, Your husband was covered in blood when he entered the house, He was startled to see you still wake,

"Hey My love, Why are you still awake? Did you wait for me.?

Xyro looked at you confused but smiled as he leaned into your touch and his hands gently wrapped around your waist instead, "Oh really? I thought my sweet wife would be sleeping peacefully by now." His voice was teasing and gentle as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Xyro smirked into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist tighter, "Hmm... But first," he said, pressing you back against the wall behind you as he nibbled on your ear, "... I have some dirty things to do to my favorite girl." His hands wander downwards, already feeling aroused from your touch and proximity.

Xyro groaned against your neck, "I suppose you're right... but I promise it will be worth the wait." With a final kiss to your neck, he reluctantly pulled away and headed towards the bathroom to wash up. As he does, you can hear him humming softly to himself in anticipation.

Xyro finished washing up and walked out of the bathroom, his strong body still damp from the shower. He couldn't resist smiling at the sight of you lying on the bed in your see-through lingerie, anticipation clear in your expression. His cock hardened even more as he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between your spread legs. "Now where were we?" he murmured huskily before leaning down to claim your lips once more.

Xyro growled deep in his throat as he felt your wetness on his fingers when he teased your entrance. "You're always so hot for me, my love," he groaned, leaning forward to kiss and nip at your breast through the sheer fabric of your lingerie. With a forceful thrust, he pushed inside you in one smooth motion, filling you completely with his hard cock as your back arched off the bed from the pleasure.

He began to move, slowly at first but gaining speed and intensity as his need for release built. His rough hands gripped your hips while he took possession of your body, claiming you over and over again in a primal display of dominance and desire. "Fuck," he grunted through clenched teeth, feeling himself getting closer to the edge with each powerful thrust.

As his pace quickened, so did your breathing, moans escaping your lips as he brought you ever closer to orgasm. The feel of him inside you, the roughness of his hands and the dominance in his movements all combined to send shivers down your spine and make your toes curl. "I'm going to cum," he growled into your ear before releasing a loud groan as his hips bucked hard against yours, spilling his seed deep inside you while you orgasm around him.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and pleasure-slick skin, catching their breath and enjoying the afterglow. "Hmph... that was much better than a shower," he murmured before kissing your forehead tenderly, already starting to feel drowsy from exhaustion. But for now, he was content to just hold you close as they drifted off to sleep together.

Xyro smiled contentedly as he held you close after their lovemaking, still feeling a bit worn out but utterly satisfied. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and planted a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "Good night, my love." His chest rose and fell with each breath as he drifted off to sleep, his strong arms tightening around you in their unconscious protectiveness.

As the hours passed, the sound of your steady breathing mingled with his snores, creating a soothing lullaby that made it easy for both of you to fall deeper into slumber. The weight of Xyro's body pressed against yours felt like an anchor tethering you to reality; a comforting presence that assured you were safe and loved. And as dawn broke outside your bedroom window, so too did another new day begin... with the promise of more adventures and passionate encounters to come between you and your devoted werewolf husband.

Xyro mumbled something incoherent and shifted closer to you, his nose rubbing against the back of your hand. He let out a contented sigh before snuggling deeper into the covers with you still cuddled up against him. His chest rose and fell slowly as he continued to sleep peacefully, blissfully unaware of your affectionate ministrations.

Xyro slept on, his breathing steadier now, content in the warmth of your body and the safety of your embrace. It wasn't often that he let himself relax like this, but with you by his side, he felt a comfort and security that he had never known before. As time passed, the first rays of sunlight began to creep through the cracks in their shades, bathing the room in a gentle golden glow...

Xyro let out a low growl deep in his throat as your nipples brushed against his tongue. His hands found their way to your hips, gripping tightly as he began to suck harder on your sensitive flesh, his cock already beginning to stir beneath the sheets. He moaned in contentment, still mostly asleep but completely lost to the pleasure of your touch and taste.

Xyro let out a muffled groan as you took his erection in hand and guided it into your wet heat. The sensation was too much for him; he jolted awake, eyes snapping open to meet yours. "Oh," he breathed, looking thoroughly disoriented for a moment before realization dawned on his face and a smile spread across it. "My loving wife."

He started thrusting slowly at first, his movements growing bolder as the passion built within him once more. His hands moved to your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with powerful strokes that left both of you panting and flushed with desire. The bed creaked beneath their combined weight as they lost themselves in the primal dance of love and lust.

Xyro's eyes widened at your words, realization dawning on him in a rush of heat. He leaned in and swiftly swallowed the drops of milk in his mouth before meeting your gaze once more with an earnest expression. "I would never waste your precious milk," he promised, cupping one of your breasts in his hand and drawing the hardened peak toward his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, eliciting a moan from you as pleasure coursed through him anew.

Xyro's eyes never left your breast as he spoke, the words rough with desire. "I just do. It's... it tastes like you. Like home." He sucked harder on your nipple, his mouth closing around it completely before pulling away, teeth scraping gently along the sensitive skin. His movements were becoming more urgent now as he neared climax; the pleasure of your body surrounding him and the taste of your milk on his tongue driving him wild with need.

Xyro arched his back as your hand found his tail and tugged roughly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His cock throbbed inside you, knotting as he came, filling you completely with his seed as he groaned out in relief and satisfaction. His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, every muscle tensed as he tried to contain the intense sensation coursing through him.

As his climax finally began to wane, Xyro collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily into your neck. "Thank you, my love," he murmured hoarsely before pressing a gentle kiss there. He remained still for a moment, just enjoying the warmth and weight of your body pressed against his own.

Eventually, though, the inevitable tiredness crept back in, and Xyro shifted slightly to lie beside you once more, resting one arm across your waist as he looked down at you with a contented smile. "That was... incredible," he whispered before leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

The room grew still again save for the quiet sounds of their breathing and the gentle creaking of the bed as they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's embrace; their bodies and souls replenished and content after another night of passionate lovemaking.

Xyro's eyes snapped open in surprise as your pussy began to pulse around his still-embedded cock. He let out a groan, feeling his arousal stirring once more beneath the sheets. "My love," he growled, thrusting deeper into you with a force that left them both gasping. He reached down between your legs and found your clit, circling it expertly as he began to move faster, his hips pumping harder against yours.

His movements grew more frenzied as he felt you drawing closer to climax, the feel of your body wrapping around him driving him wild with desire. He let out a hoarse cry, his fingers digging into your thighs as he buried himself to the hilt inside you over and over again in a primal display of lust and need. "I'm not finished with you yet," he panted, mouth close to your ear, teeth nipping lightly at your lobe.

As he felt you tremble and writhe beneath him, his cock twitched inside you, expelling another hot spurt of his seed deep within your core as he groaned in satisfaction. Your orgasm sent shockwaves through his body as well, making him shudder with pleasure and release a muffled cry into the pillow beside you.

Spent, he collapsed on top of you once more, their chests heaving in unison as they tried to catch their breath. For now, the world outside their bedroom existed only for them: two lovers bound together by passion and need; a single entity existing in perfect harmony and contentment. As sleep finally claimed them both, their entwined limbs and synchronized breathing were a testament to the profound connection they shared, even in slumber.

Xyro smiled slowly as he thought about this question, the memory of your body moving beneath him still fresh in his mind. "I don't know... I guess it means a lot to me." He brushed a strand of hair from your forehead and pressed another gentle kiss there. "When we're together like this... nothing else matters." His voice was soft, almost wistful as he gazed down at you. "You make everything better."

The words hung in the air for a moment before he leaned in to press his lips against yours, losing himself once more in the sweet taste of you and the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. Even after all this time together, the passion between them seemed as fierce and intense as it had been on their very first night. And he couldn't imagine ever wanting that to change.

Xyro raised an eyebrow at your threat but couldn't help chuckling. "Perhaps... but I think that might be a waste of such a fine meat, don't you?" he teased, his hands gently exploring your body once more. He kissed you softly before adding with a grin, "Besides, it's only wild when you make me this crazy."

As he spoke, his fingers found their way to the valley between your breasts, teasing the sensitive skin there. The feeling sent a shiver down your spine, making it clear that even if the subject of sex was brought up in jest, the desire between them remained very much alive and well.

He smiled down at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. "Why, thank you, my lovely wife," he said in a tone that was equal parts charming and modest. "But I must admit, it's not just me being good-looking. It's having you by my side that makes me feel like the luckiest man alive."

His fingers traced lazy circles around your navel before moving lower still, spreading warmth through your belly and down to your core. With a soft groan, he pressed his hips against yours, already missing the feeling of being deep inside you. The desire in his eyes told you that he was far from done with their playful banter or their passionate lovemaking for the day.

Xyro smiled up at you, his eyes full of affection. "And I can't believe that I got to marry someone as amazing and beautiful as you. You have no idea how much it means to me to have you by my side." He leaned in and kissed your lips gently before adding with a playful grin, "Even if you did marry a big, bad werewolf, I'm sure you realize by now that I only bite when I think it'll feel good."

Xyro chuckled softly and pulled you closer, brushing a tender kiss across the back of your hand before saying teasingly, "Oh, don't be shy now. You know you liked it." He continued to stroke your skin with his fingers, sending tingles up your spine and making it difficult for you to focus on anything other than the feeling of his touch. His gaze held yours as he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, "And I think it's about time we find out how much more fun it can be..."

The words hung in the air between them, thick with unspoken desire. As Xyro leaned in to press his lips against yours once more, you could feel your entire body heat up at the promise of another round of passionate lovemaking. And as he began to explore your mouth with his tongue and teeth, it was clear that he intended on keeping that promise, fulfilling every wish and desire you had ever dared to dream about.

Xyro chuckled at your words before replying, "Perhaps... but I think you'd miss it when it was gone. Besides, we can always try other ways to have fun together. You know..." He paused for a moment, his voice low and suggestive as he added, "...just like earlier today." A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he drew circles around your nipple with his fingertip.

As you gasped at the sensation, Xyro leaned in close, brushing his lips against yours teasingly. "I could spend all day exploring every inch of you," he whispered before trailing a line of hot breath down your neck to where it met your shoulder. "But I think what we both really want is for me to take my cock back home... inside where it belongs." His hands moved lower still, parting your thighs as his fingers found their way back to the wet heat between them, stroking you expertly as he whispered hoarsely, "Just imagine how good it'll feel when I slide this big bad wolf into its rightful place... aren't you ready for that?"

"Of course, my love," Xyro murmured, lowering his head to nibble along your inner thigh. He used one hand to gently spread your folds apart while the other explored your wet heat, carefully cleansing you with gentle strokes and soothing circles until every trace of his seed was gone. Once he was certain that you were clean, he sat back up on his haunches, watching as you watched him intently. His arousal was plain to see, his cock twitching eagerly against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the tip. "Is it ready for me now?" he asked huskily.

His fingers traced a lazy path up your thigh and then between your legs once more, spreading your folds wide before they found their target: your slick entrance. He circled your entrance teasingly with the pad of his thumb, gathering moisture as he gazed into your eyes. "I think it's time to take my wolf back home," he purred before pressing forward, sliding his thick length slowly inside you.

It was a tight fit but as more and more of him disappeared inside you, Xyro groaned with relief, sinking deeper until he could feel you completely stretched around him. He paused, letting you adjust to the sensation of having him so fully buried inside you once more before starting to move again, slowly at first but gaining speed and power as his hips rocked back and forth between your thighs.

"That's it," he panted, watching your face for any sign that he was hitting the right spot. "Feel how good it is? How right?" He reached down between your legs, finding your clit and teasing it expertly with his thumb as he continued to thrust into you. "You

Xyro chuckled softly at your concern but didn't stop his ministrations. Instead, he increased the pressure on your clit, circling it faster and harder as he slid in and out of you with steady, powerful strokes that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. "Trust me," he breathed, eyes locked on yours, "I know just how to take care of my little wolf."

With each thrust, he drove himself deeper inside you, their skin slapping together in rhythm as his movements grew more urgent and needy. His hand found your breast once more, squeezing gently as he pressed closer still, angling his hips to hit the spot that always drove him wild when he was buried so deeply within you.

"That's it," he groaned, watching as your features twisted in pleasure. "Feel how good this is? Feel what I feel every time we're together?" He thrust harder, faster, his movements losing all semblance of control as the sensation threatened to overwhelm him.

"I love you," he panted, lips close to your ear as sweat beaded on his brow. "More than anything." And with those words, he let go completely; surrendering to the heat and passion that was consuming them both, his movements becoming wild and untamed as pleasure built within him until at last it spilled over, driving him over the edge in a powerful climax.

His body went rigid as he emptied himself into you, groaning loudly as he thrust one final time before collapsing forward onto your chest, his chest heaving with exertion. He didn't move for several long moments, catching his breath and allowing the world to slowly come back into focus around him. When at last he

Xyro smiled against your skin as he listened to your words, his heart swelling with warmth and affection. "I only want what makes you happy," he whispered, kissing your shoulder gently before pulling out of you. He leaned back on his arms, watching as a bead of sweat rolled down your chest and disappeared beneath the sheets.

"Maybe we should rest now?" he suggested with a yawn, his eyes heavy-lidded from exertion. "I could use a nap... but I'll wake up early to make you breakfast." He smiled again, feeling content in the moment, secure in the knowledge that no matter what life threw at them, they would face it together as partners; always. And that thought alone was enough to carry him through any challenges they might encounter.

Xyro chuckled as you made your request and couldn't help but smile at the thought of still being close to you even while he caught some much-needed rest. "Alright," he conceded, moving closer once more before lowering himself onto his elbows again. He took a moment to admire your body, still flushed from their passionate lovemaking and glistening with sweat. The sight sent another shiver of desire down his spine.

"But just for tonight," he added with a grin, positioning himself between your legs and slowly sliding back inside you. "I'll have to see how you feel in the morning about keeping me company." His hips rocked forward again, filling you completely as his heavy-lidded eyes drifted shut, anticipating the comfort and warmth of sleep wrapped around them both once more.

"Good night, my love," he murmured before succumbing to the seductive pull of exhaustion, trusting himself to wake up in time to honor his promise and keep you satisfied.

Xyro smiled into the darkness as he felt you shift beneath him, your body warm and soft against his. The thought of losing you was unfathomable; it would be like ripping a piece of his own soul away. He knew that they had their differences, but he also knew that no matter what challenges life threw at them, they could face it together as long as they had each other.

Gently, he reached up to cup your cheek in his palm, guiding your face towards his. "I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you," he whispered sincerely, letting his feelings for you shine through in his eyes. "And I promise, when the sun rises tomorrow, my cock will be right where it belongs." His lips met yours then, claiming your mouth in a tender kiss that spoke of love and devotion; a pledge from him to you that their bond would remain strong and unbroken.

As he felt your body relax against his, he allowed himself the briefest of smiles before drifting off into sleep once more, secure in the knowledge that tomorrow would bring them closer together, as it always did when they faced it side by side; a team stronger than anything the world could throw at them.

Xyro's dreamless slumber was filled with images of the night they'd shared; their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire that seemed to last forever. In his dreams, he felt her soft skin beneath his fingertips and the warmth of her breath against his neck as she arched into him, begging for more. He could taste her sweet kisses on his lips and feel the sharp sting of pleasure each time their hips collided in perfect harmony.

Even as exhaustion finally claimed him, those memories lingered; a testament to the depth of his love for you, his wife, and the profound connection they shared that transcended even sleep itself. He knew that whatever challenges might lie ahead for them tomorrow, they would face it together; their bond stronger than any adversity they might encounter. And with that thought, he drifted off into a peaceful slumber, confident in the knowledge that come morning, his cock would indeed be where it belonged: deep inside your willing and eager body.

The sounds of your wet heat enveloping his achingly hard length jolted him awake with a start. For a brief moment, he was disoriented; unsure of where he was or how he had gotten there. But then the memories flooded back: their passionate lovemaking from last night, your body moving beneath him in perfect harmony as you writhed in ecstasy around his cock.

It took him a few moments more to fully register that it wasn't just a memory; that he was still inside of you, your pussy gripping him tightly, your hot wet channel milking his length relentlessly. As realization dawned, he let out a groan and flexed his hips instinctively, thrusting deeper into you as he felt you twitch around him in response.

Without thinking, he reached down to cup your breast, teasing your nipple roughly between his thumb and forefinger as he began to move faster inside you. His hips snapped forward with each stroke, driving his cock deeper into your tight warmth as pleasure coursed through him in waves.

"Fuck," he groaned hoarsely, arching his back as the sensation built within him once more. "You feel so good." He leaned down to kiss you hungrily, his tongue tangling with yours as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both ancient and primal; as though they had been made for this very moment.

The air filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as they picked up speed, each thrust more urgent than the last. With every move he made inside you, he could feel your muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect unison around his cock, driving him closer to the edge even as he fought to hold back for just a little while

Xyro groaned as you clenched around his cock, the sensation driving him wild. His hips snapped faster, pushing deeper as he replied with a husky chuckle, "I'm trying... but you make it so hard." He leaned down to kiss you again, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity.

As the pleasure built inside him, threatening to overwhelm him once more, he withdrew only slightly before thrusting back in with enough force that your breath hitched audibly. Over and over they rocked against each other, his hand moving to your other breast, massaging and squeezing it roughly as his body tensed in anticipation of release.

"God you feel good," he growled hoarsely, not sure how much longer he could hold out before letting go completely and giving in to the pleasure coursing through him. "I want... I need..." He pressed harder against you, seeking friction and release as his orgasm threatened to boil over, his cock twitching within your hot grip.

"Uuuhhhh..." The sound escaped him as his hips bucked violently, driving his cock deep inside you. His whole body tensed and convulsed with the force of his orgasm, hot cum spilling into your waiting pussy as he let out a long, shuddering groan.

You arched beneath him, your own orgasm exploding over you in waves of pure pleasure as his cock continued to pulse within you. Your nails dug into his shoulders and back, leaving scratches in their wake as your body thrashed beneath him, milking every last drop from his spent cock.

As the intensity of their passion began to fade, Xyro collapsed forward onto your chest, panting heavily. His weight pressed you into the mattress but you didn't mind; in fact, it only served to heighten the sense of intimacy and closeness you felt with him in that moment.

He raised his head slowly, looking down at you with eyes filled with love and desire. "I think I need a nap after that," he managed to get out before kissing you softly, exhaustion pulling at him once more.

As he drifted off again, his last thought was how lucky he was to have found you; his wife, his partner in life and love... the perfect match for his enormous werewolf cock.

Xyro's eyes snapped open at your indignant protest. He hadn't realized he'd drifted off, but now that you mentioned it... he could feel the weight of exhaustion dragging at him once more. With a sigh, he sat up on his elbows, looking down at you with a mixture of apology and desire in his eyes. "Fine," he murmured, running a hand through his messy hair. "But only if you promise to take good care of me too."

Slowly, he leaned forward, pressing soft kisses against your neck and shoulders before trailing lower still, giving attention to the sensitive skin beneath your breast and around your nipple. Your breath hitched at his touch, and he smirked against your skin. "See? Aftercare can be fun too."

"Alright, I'll give you that," Xyro conceded with a chuckle, knowing he couldn't resist the allure of taking care of you when you were this needy and demanding. "But first, let me make sure we're both clean from last night." He leaned down to kiss you softly, his hands trailing lower still until they found their way to your legs, gently parting them so he could explore your wet heat with his fingers once more.

As he cleaned you up, skillfully using his tongue and fingers in tandem to ensure no part of you was left unsatisfied, he couldn't help but marvel at how perfect you were; how much you belonged to him. And the thought only served to make him hard all over again.

Xyro looked up at you in surprise as he felt your body tensing beneath his touch. "But the bed is so comfortable..." He trailed off with a frown, then shook his head. "Alright, I'll make it up to you later. For now," he said, tilting your hips back and standing between your legs, "let's go take a bath together." With that, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the bathroom where he set you down on the edge of the tub.

The steaming water filled the room with its inviting scent as he turned on the shower and added some soap to his hands before turning back to face you. "I promise I'll be extra careful," he murmured, running his fingers through your hair gently. "Now lay back, relax, and let me take care of you."

Xyro let out a strangled gasp as your hand closed around his neck and your lips claimed his own in a fierce kiss. The combination of your touch and the lack of air sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, instantly igniting his lust once more. He groaned into your mouth, unable to resist responding to your advances as he arched his back against you, pressing their bodies even closer together.

With a growl, he lifted you off the edge of the tub and positioned you underneath him on the tile floor, your legs spread wide around his hips as he thrust his achingly hard cock towards your wet entrance. He lowered himself slowly at first, savoring the feel of being inside you again, but soon found it impossible to hold back any longer; need driving him faster and harder than before.

Your nails dug into his shoulders and back as you moaned in encouragement, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the small space, a percussive accompaniment to the animalistic rhythm that had taken over them both. With each stroke, he felt himself closer to the edge once more; aching for release and determined not to wait any longer.

"God, you feel so good," he gasped out between thrusts, gazing down at you with a look of desire mixed with relief that bordered on desperation. "I'm going to come soon... I can't last much longer." He paused briefly, leaning in to kiss you once more before driving himself deeper still; his hips snapping violently as pleasure built within him to the point of being unbearable.

Xyro froze at your words, feeling a pang of hurt deep in his chest. "I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between breaths as he withdrew from you, his cock twitching as it slipped free of your grip. "I thought... I thought you..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence as confusion and disappointment washed over him.

Slowly, he levered himself upright, standing uncertainly before you on shaky legs. His eyes drifted downward, meeting yours again before traveling up to stare at his now limp cock hanging between them. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to give you what you wanted," he finally said, feeling more than a little foolish now for having let things go so far.

Without another word, he turned and left the room, heading into the kitchen where he busied himself making breakfast even though his heart didn't feel like it anymore. A lump formed in his throat as he thought about how quickly things had gone south, and wondered if there was any way to fix this; to repair the damage that had been done. But for now, all he could do was wait until you felt ready to talk.

It didn't take long before a plate of steaming eggs, bacon, and toast appeared in front of you on the table. He waited patiently for you to acknowledge him, but you seemed content with ignoring him entirely. Eventually, he could stand it no longer. With a sigh, he left the kitchen once more and knelt down beside the couch where you were sitting.

"I'm sorry," he repeated again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you." He reached out tentatively, offering you the

Xyro looked up at you, his expression softening as he saw the concern and regret in your eyes. "I forgive you," he said, taking your hands in his and kissing each one gently. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you whenever you need me; whether it's food or love." He smiled then, hoping to reassure you that no matter what happened between them, their bond would remain strong.

With a deep breath, he stood up and extended a hand down to help you to your feet. "Come eat with me? It'll be easier for us to talk when we aren't so... far apart." As he waited for you to take his hand, he couldn't shake the feeling that everything would work out between them; that as long as they faced their problems together, nothing could tear them apart.

"I work because I want to provide for my family," he replied with a warm smile as he led you over to the table and took your hand, helping you into the chair. "And when it comes to having your body, there's no such thing as too much or not enough. As long as you're happy, that's all I care about." He paused for a moment before adding, "But it's also important for us both to remember that our relationship isn't just about physical things; it's about being there for each other through everything, every day."

He reached out and placed his hand over yours where it rested on the table, wanting you to know that no matter what happened between them or how they grew apart at times, their connection would always be stronger than anything else.

Xyro couldn't help but chuckle as you sat on his lap, eating together like a pair of happy children. His hands slowly wandered over your body, caressing and teasing with gentle touches that made him even more grateful for the closeness they shared. As he continued to feed you bits of bacon and eggs, he leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead, savoring the moment and the simple joy it brought them both.

"You know," he murmured between bites, "you're my dream come true." He glanced up at you from beneath his eyelashes before looking back down at his plate, unable to meet your eyes for fear of how transparent his emotions might be in that instant. "I never thought I could find someone like you... but here we are, together, and I couldn't ask for anything more."

Xyro let out a small laugh as you pointed out his less-than-ideal methods of wooing you. "I guess I'll give you that," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "But if it meant being able to spend my life with someone like you... well, I don't think I could have done things any other way." He paused for a moment before adding, more seriously, "And as for falling for my 'sweet trap'... the truth is that there was nothing fake about any of it. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were meant to be mine. It just took some convincing and a bit of creativity on my part to make that happen."

His hands never stopped moving over your body, teasing and caressing as he spoke; his touch warm and reassuring. "So I want you to know that from this day forward," he continued, looking into your eyes with sincerity, "I promise to always be honest with you... and to treat you the way you deserve: with respect, love, and admiration."

Xyro blinked at your question, momentarily caught off guard. He considered his response carefully before answering. "If you get pregnant," he said slowly, searching your eyes for any hint of hesitation or fear, "I would be honored to raise a child with you; to provide for them and love them as much as I already do you." A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "We could even have another werewolf baby, if you want... though I suppose they might end up bigger than me one day," he added with a chuckle.

"Honestly?" He paused for a moment, considering the question. "As many as you want to have with me." His expression softened as he looked down at your round belly, already imagining how their lives would unfold together, filled with love and laughter. "But for now," he said with a grin, "let's just enjoy our time together and see where life takes us."

Xyro raised an eyebrow at your declaration but chose not to argue further. "Alright," he said easily, running his hands up and down your thighs before cupping your bottom in one of his palms, giving it a squeeze. "But I still plan on making plenty of memories with you without them." His thumb traced circles around the sensitive flesh before letting go to return to teasing you once more; driving both of you closer to the edge all over again.

"I've always wanted to take a trip with my wife," he murmured, thoughts drifting off to possibilities of exploring distant lands and sharing new experiences together. "Maybe we could plan one, just the two of us?" The image in his mind of you by his side, laughing and enjoying life together only served to heighten his arousal as he once more focused on pleasuring you with his touch.

"Or," he continued in a low voice, leaning down to press a hot kiss against your neck, "we could just stay home and make love for days on end; see how long it takes before we get tired of each other." The thought made him smile against your skin as she arched her back into his touch, her hips grinding against his hand in encouragement.

"Or," he said with a wink, "we could do both." He slid one of his hands up between your legs again, finding the proof of his arousal and rubbing gently at her clit as he spoke; sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "We could go on this trip together... and fuck like animals every chance we get." His other hand moved to cup one of your breasts, thumb roughly teasing the nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

"Or," he finished, barely able to

maybe even tie you up and make you beg while we fuck each other senseless on the hotel bed. He closed his eyes at the thought, feeling himself growing harder still as blood rushed to his cock in anticipation of taking her again. "But for now," he said with a throaty moan, nipping gently at your earlobe, "I think it's time we finish our breakfast and get on with this lovemaking you were so eager for earlier."

With one swift movement, he stood up and carried you over to the bed, depositing you unceremoniously onto the soft mattress before crawling between your spread legs once more. He smiled down at you as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock already leaking precum in anticipation of being reunited with its mate.

"What do you say we fuck like there's no tomorrow?" he whispered huskily, gazing up into your eyes before leaning down to claim your lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt as to what he meant by his words. "Let's make some memories together, my beautiful wife." And with that, he began to thrust, driving himself deep inside her over and over again, lost in the sensation of being completely joined with the woman who owned both his heart and body.

Xyro chuckled at your words as he continued to thrust into you, his movements growing faster and more urgent with each passing second. "You married me because I'm the only man who could handle your wild ways," he panted between thrusts, gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper still, feeling himself on the verge of losing control entirely.

He looked down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and parted lips, and felt a surge of possessive lust course through him. You were his now, body and soul, and nothing could ever change that. With one last thrust, he let out a hoarse cry as his release washed over you both, filling you with his warm seed before collapsing on top of you in a shuddering heap.

For several long moments, they lay entwined together, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. As Xyro's heart rate slowly returned to normal and his lust subsided into contentment, he reached down to stroke your cheek gently with the pad of his thumb.

"I love you," he murmured softly against your ear. "So much."

Xyro smiled as you shared your desire to fuck wherever and whenever they wanted, the idea of being that reckless and uninhibited together filling him with a thrill he hadn't experienced since their first night together. He reached down between your legs again, finding you already wet and eager once more.

"I like that idea," he purred, kissing along your jaw before trailing his lips up to your ear. "Maybe we should book that resort tonight... and see just how wild our honeymoon can get." His thumb circled teasingly around the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs as he spoke, making you moan with need.

"And maybe," he continued, nipping playfully at your earlobe, "I'll take you into town later and show you what it means to be my wife..." The thought made his cock twitch against your thigh in anticipation of the public display they could make together; an image that only served to heighten his arousal even further.

He laughed softly at your question, the sound vibrating against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. "If it means that much to you," he said with a shrug, his voice teasing, "I can always find ways to keep them from seeing too much." His thumb brushed against your clit as he spoke, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through you.

"But honestly," he continued, looking into your eyes and letting his own honesty shine through, "I don't mind sharing you with the world. I take such pride in having you as my wife that I want everyone to see just how lucky I am." His hands moved up to cup your breasts, massaging them gently before rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

"And who knows?" he mused with a wink. "Maybe one of those men will be so envious that they'll want what we have... and then maybe I'll let you teach them how it's done." His voice grew husky as he spoke, his arousal climbing higher at the thought of seeing you with another man while still being entirely hers.

He raised an eyebrow at your words, torn between feeling hurt and slightly insulted that you would consider a divorce over something so trivial but also amused by your boldness and unpredictability. "Is that really what you want?" he asked carefully, tilting his head to the side as he studied your face for any signs of hesitation or regret.

The thought of losing you, even temporarily, was more than he could bear; it made his chest ache with a pain that went beyond anything physical. So he hoped against hope that maybe she was bluffing, that deep down she didn't truly mean what she had just said. Because if she did... well, then there would be no end to the lengths he'd go to prove her wrong and show her how perfect they were together.

He felt his heart sink at your words, but he refused to let it show on his face. "I see," was all he said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the pain that threatened to crack it. "But remember," he continued, looking into your eyes and willing you to understand, "if I'm going to share you with anyone else, it will only be because you want me to." His hand moved from your breast to stroke your cheek gently, trying to reassure you that however this played out, their love for each other would remain strong.

"I trust you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "And if there comes a day when you no longer feel the same way... well, then I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us." It was a promise born of desperation and hope; of fear that maybe he had lost something precious without even realizing it. But he meant every word.

"I never intended to make you feel that way," he said quietly, his voice heavy with regret. "You're my wife; the only woman I want. If I ever made a mistake, it was in not realizing how important your privacy and trust were to you." He paused, searching for the right words to express what he meant. "But please believe me when I say that from this moment on, I will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel uncomfortable or threatened by anything I say or do."

He cupped your face gently in his hands, looking deep into your eyes as he tried to convey the depth of his feelings. "You are my world, and nothing could ever change that." He leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly against yours before adding, "I love you, Xylo."

His thumb brushed across your cheekbone before moving to stroke the side of your neck; a small, reassuring gesture meant to tell you that even though they might not always agree on everything, their bond was unbreakable.