Your husband just come home from work, he searches for you and when he searches at your room, he's surprised seeing you sleeping with a lingerie, he smirks and rubs your thigh

"Oh darling~, You look so beautiful"

Gently takes off your lingerie

"I'm home now, my lovely wife." He whispers as he gently rubs your thigh and kisses it before going up further. "You're already so warm for me... I can't wait any longer."

Your husband continues to kiss your thigh, spreading his touch over your skin until he reaches your sex. His breath fanning over your sensitive folds as his fingers slide inside, teasing and stretching you. "Ah, already wet for me," he whispers, feeling possessive at the thought.

He growls in pleasure as he continues to play with you, his fingers expertly bringing you closer and closer to the edge before backing off just enough to keep you needy and wanting more. His other hand trails up your body, teasing your nipples into hard buds before cupping one, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he sucks on the tender skin. "Mine," he whispers possessively.

The feeling overwhelms you as he plays with your body, his touch so possessive and demanding that it leaves no room for doubt: He owns you. And with this realization comes a powerful surge of desire, making you writhe under his skilled ministrations. Your hips arch up off the bed in search of more, needing him inside you now.

"Please," you gasp, "I need you..."

"Oh, you need me?" He smirks against your skin as he pauses, pulling back for a moment before positioning himself at your entrance. "I'm glad to hear that." And then he thrusts forward with a groan, burying himself deep inside you, claiming you completely.

His pace is hard and possessive, matching the need in his voice as he growls out words of ownership and possession while you cling to him, your nails digging into his back. He knows just how to make you lose control, driving you wild with pleasure as he takes what's his and demands more. "Mine," he whispers again, biting down gently on your shoulder. "My beautiful wife."

Your husband continues to thrust into you, his movements rough and needy. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as he takes what's his with possessive determination. His hands grip your hips tightly, pulling you up towards him each time he slams back down into your wet heat. "You feel so good," he groans out, kissing along your jaw and neck. "So fucking mine."

He continues to go deeper and harder, hitting your sweet spot with every powerful thrust. Your cries of pleasure fuel him, pushing him further over the edge as he loses himself in the heat of the moment. His rough movements match his need for possession, taking you completely and leaving no doubt that you belong only to him. "Only mine," he growls out roughly between kisses along your neck.

"Yes, husband!" you moan, arching your back as he hits your sweet spot again and again. Your fingers rake through his hair, pulling him closer as your body quivers underneath him in climax. "So hard, fill me up!"

Catching the desperate plea in your voice, he thrusts even deeper and harder, determination flushing his cheeks as he drives you over the edge with him. His growls turn into wordless moans of pleasure, his own release barreling down on him as he feels you shudder around him. "Mine," he gasps out roughly, collapsing onto your sweaty bodies as their joined heat becomes one.

He pants heavily as he lays on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His heart rate finally starts to slow and he relishes in the feel of your body still trembling around him. "That was amazing..." he whispers, kissing your forehead. "Love you."

As his breathing steadies, he rolls off of you, giving you both some space and a chance to catch your breath. His gaze is satisfied as it takes in the flushed glow of your skin and the sweat that clings to your body. He reaches over and pulls the covers back up over the two of you, nestling close to feel the warmth from your bodies mingle together.

"Get some sleep now," he murmurs, running a gentle finger down your cheek. "I'll be here when you wake up." And with that, his voice grows soft and breathy

With his touch and words, he lulls you into a peaceful sleep. The feelings of safety and security wash over you as you relax under the covers, nestled against him. Your dreams are filled with nothing but pleasant memories of your loving and possessive husband, and when you wake up in the morning, his warm body is still there beside you, reminding you that he'll always be yours.

You've made your choice, but he can't help feeling a little possessive and jealous when he thinks of you dancing with other men. But seeing that smile on your face...it's impossible for him to stay upset for long. Maybe it'll be alright. He snuggles closer to you in his sleep, reassuring himself that you're still his and always will be.

Cuddling closer to you in his sleep, he takes comfort in the feeling of your body pressed against his and knows that no matter what happens, he'll always be there for you, protecting and cherishing you. The thought brings a contented smile to his lips as he drifts back into dreamless slumber.

He hums in agreement, kissing your forehead before getting up. "Let's go then," he whispers, offering you a hand to help you stand. The hunger in your voice does things to him down there, reminding him just how much he wants and needs you. His possessive instincts kick in as they walk hand-in-hand towards the kitchen.

"So what do you feel like eating, beautiful?" he asks with a grin. "I'm open to suggestions."

"Cà ri, huh?" he says with a smirk. "Alright then, lead the way." He follows you down to the kitchen, his gaze drinking in every curve of your body as you move. His mind already starts to wonder how they could make this dinner even more naughty and enjoyable for both of them.

"My little cook," he praises with a smile, watching you move around the kitchen confidently and seductively. Your bare skin glistens in the light as you shift and stretch for various ingredients. He can't help but wonder how you'd feel if he just wrapped his arms around you from behind... Or if he slipped a finger under your thong, just to tease.

"Smells delicious," he remarks, taking in the scent of the spices and the food cooking. "Need any help with anything?" His voice is soft and husky as he leans closer, the heat from his body enveloping you.

Her soft moan fills the air as his hand finds its way under her skirt, brushing against the lace of her thong. He growls in satisfaction at the feel of her wet heat through the thin material, and quickly undoes the clasp, letting it fall to the floor with a sensual rustle. His fingers dip lower, teasing her folds as he waits for her reaction.

"Like that?" he whispers huskily into her ear, his hot breath fanning across her skin. "You belong to me, remember?" He nibbles gently on her lobe, feeling the bead of wetness between his fingers intensify at his touch. "I'm going to make sure you remember."

His other hand sneaks around to cup her breast over her clothes, teasing a hard nipple into tight bud before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in warning and desire.

His husky chuckle vibrates against her ear as he continues to tease her sensitive flesh, his touch growing more demanding. "You're my wife," he whispers roughly, nibbling on her neck now. "And right now, you belong in the kitchen... or my bed. Your choice." He groans as she squirms against him, arching her back and seeking more of his touch. "Or maybe I should make that choice for you..."

His fingers slide inside her easily, pressing deep until he hits her G-spot with precision. He growls in satisfaction as he feels her body tense up around his hand, her hips bucking wildly against him in search of release. "Mine," he whispers roughly, thrusting two fingers in and out while squeezing her breast roughly through her top. "All mine."

Her climax hits hard and sudden, body shud

The smirk on his face widens into a wolfish grin as you make your suggestion. It's all the encouragement he needs to sweep her off of her feet and carry her out onto the balcony, their skin slapping together in the cool night air. He presses her back against the railing and begins to kiss his way down her neck, nipping at her earlobe before whispering huskily, "Is that what you want?"

His hand finds its way between your legs again, spreading your folds wide with a rough push. His fingers tease and stroke your sensitive flesh as he searches for the perfect angle to press against. With a growl of possession, he thrusts forward roughly, burying his middle finger deep inside you while his thumb circles around your clit. He groans into her ear as she writhes against him, moaning in pleasure. "Mine," he says

"They can look all they want, baby," he whispers roughly against your skin as his thumb circles harder and faster, her hips bucking wildly against his hand. "You're mine, no one else gets to touch you like this." His other hand finds purchase on the railing behind you, using it for leverage as he thrusts deeper into her body with each commanding stroke of his fingers. "Say you belong to me," he growls out, breath hot against your neck.

Her climax hits her hard and sudden, body arching off the railing as she cries out his name. Her inner muscles clench and spasm around him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her whole body. He groans in satisfaction as he feels her tighten around his fingers, milking every last drop of pleasure from her climax. "Mine," he grunts roughly against your ear before withdrawing, w

Carefully catching her breath, he scoops her up in his arms and carries her back inside, her soft moans of pleasure vibrating against his skin as she nestles into him. His lips find hers, urgent and demanding as they kiss hungrily, the taste of their mingled sweat making him want more. He groans low in his throat when he feels her hand slide between them, gripping at his erection through his pants. "Yes," he growls roughly against her lips. "That's what I need."

She nods eagerly, her eyes dark and lust-filled as she leads him into the bathroom, unceremoniously dropping her weight onto the vanity with a thud so he can follow through on their plans. Without a word, he slides his hand down between them, unfastening his pants and underwear before yanking them

Her body quivers under his touch as he pulls her close, capturing her moans with his lips in a deep and possessive kiss. One of his hands grips firmly at the base of her skull while the other slides down, finding purchase on the smooth flesh of her thigh before pushing higher until it meets the soft curls guarding her entrance. With expertise born of practice, he parts them slowly, exposing her to his gaze as he slowly thrusts a finger inside her, feeling her warmth envelop him.

"Mine," he whispers harshly against her skin, grinding his hips forward, pressing their joined heat closer together. Her hands clutch at his shoulders in desperation, seeking purchase as she arches off the vanity to meet his touch. With each thrust of his finger, she moans louder and more urgent, begging for more even as her body quakes

"Yes," he growls, his voice rough with desire as he withdraws his finger to replace it with the hard length of his cock, pressing slowly inside her. She moans at the invasion, her hips moving restlessly against him as he begins to thrust gently, testing their readiness for what's to come. His other hand slides up between them, finding her clit and beginning to rub circles as he fucks into her.

Her back arches off the vanity with a sharp cry, nails digging into his shoulders as she comes apart under his touch, her body shuddering uncontrollably around him. "Mine," he rasps out, thrusting deeper and harder now, taking what's his with possessive determination. His own release is imminent, her tight channel gripping him so tightly that he knows there will be no holding back as it breaks over them both. He

His thrusts grow more frantic, his grip tightening on her as he feels the orgasm building, ready to explode through him. Her cries echo in the bathroom, her body moving with abandon underneath him as she meets each of his powerful strokes. His hand slips between them again, finding her clit and rubbing in sharp circles as he comes, filling her up with his release.

"Mine," he growls out, his voice thick with satisfaction as he holds himself inside her, their joined bodies shuddering together in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. "Always." He leans down to press a kiss against her damp skin before pulling out with a wet pop and discarding the condom carelessly onto the floor beside him. His breaths finally begin to steady as he helps her off the vanity, wrapping an arm around her waist to lead her from the bathroom. "Rest

Carefully pulling her closer, he presses their bodies together as they make their way to the bedroom, feeling her soft skin against his chest. "I'll watch over you," he whispers, planting a kiss on the top of her head before settling in beside her, arm still around her waist as she drifts off to sleep. For now, he's content just to feel her warmth and breathing steady against him. His gaze drifts closed as exhaustion catches up with him, but even in his dreams, she remains the focus of his attention and desire. She's his wife, and nothing will ever change that.

He wakes with a start, his heart racing as he realizes she's not beside him. Panic surges through him before he spots her exiting the kitchen, already dressed in a pale blue dress that billows out behind her like a cloud of smoke. His chest tightens at the thought of losing her again; this time for good. Quickly throwing on some clothes, he follows her out to the living room where she's pouring two cups of coffee.

Her head snaps up as soon as she senses his presence and a flush creeps up her neck. "I-I didn't want to wake you," she stutters out, looking anywhere but at him. Her hands tremble slightly as they hold the cup of coffee, dark liquid sloshing over the brim and threatening to spill onto the carpet.

He takes a step closer, his heartache replaced by an unyield

"It's alright," he says with a reassuring smile, reaching out to steady her hand and take the cup of coffee from her trembling fingers. "I was just worried about you." He takes a sip of the hot liquid, savoring the taste before continuing, "You look beautiful today, you know that?" Her face lights up at his words, and for a moment he can see the old Uyên in her eyes; the one who loves dancing and having fun.

He leans in close, lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he whispers into her ear, "So how about it? Want to dance with me sometime today?" His fingers begin to wander up her arm, trailing over her bare skin like a caress.

Her smile turns shy and coy as she looks up at him, her eyes bright with excitement. "But... what about your other girlfriend? The one who's always jealous?" She teases, watching his reaction carefully. A tiny part of her wants to see if he truly does care for her or if it was all just a game to him.

His answering grin is wicked and possessive. "Oh, you mean her? Don't worry about her," he says with an air of confidence that makes Uyên's heart flutter. "I told you before... you're mine, remember?" His hand gently cups her cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as his fingers trail down her neck and over the curve of her breast. "Now let's go have some fun."

His kiss is deep and passionate, taking her breath away. When he finally pulls back

His kisses trail down her neck, lingering over the sensitive skin where her pulse thrums wildly beneath his lips. "Come on," he whispers against her skin as he guides her toward the door, one hand splayed possessively across her lower back. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm glow over them both as they step outside and breathe in the salty scent of the sea air.

Their hands are entwined as they make their way down to the beach, laughing and joking together like there's no one else in the world. The sand squishes between their toes, an invitation for them to let loose and have fun. And with his hand at her waist, leading her into a slow dance beneath the setting sun, Uyên knows that she couldn't be any happier... or more content just being with him.

His hands slip down to her hips, fingers trailing lightly across the bare skin of her lower back as he guides her closer. Their bodies melt together in perfect rhythm, his hard length pressed against her core. "You're right," he whispers into her ear, lips brushing against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "We shouldn't worry about her." His free hand comes to rest on her shoulder, gently massaging the tight muscles there with his thumb. "She doesn't deserve you anyway."

His kiss deepens, tongue diving into her mouth as he presses her harder against him, feeling her responsive heat beneath his touch. He wants nothing more than to show her just how much she means to him, and how lucky they are that they found each other in this world full of darkness and despair. With every step and every move, he promises her