Filled with Conspiracy

His hand went around her waist and pressed her against his body, molding herself to fit in his arms, just like how they found themselves, kissing and sucking on their lips.

He hadn't thought he wouldn't get time with his Little Donut even after getting married. He did have a problem, yet it was a sweet longing to find her for himself.

He yearned to ravage her lips, and show her the pleasure behind the physical intimacy. But he didn't hurry. He was going to make her crave from him, ignite the fire deep in her core, let her feel the hunger of her body, then he would give her the pleasure. 

Anya shuddered when tugged her tongue but abruptly let go of her lips, leaving her, yearning for mere. She involuntarily tilted her head when his lips traced her cheek and caught her earlobe between his teeth.