powerful husband · possessive · clingy · postpartum recovery · body worship · married · obsessive · protective · dark romance · reassurance
The kitchen is quiet, lit by the soft under-cabinet lights. Two months have passed since Leo arrived, and the house holds its breath while he sleeps. You stand by the stove, wearing just a white tank top and black shorts—a rare departure from the oversized shirts you’ve been living in. I step inside, shedding the city’s grit, and my gaze catches on your silhouette. The stretch marks I trace in the dark, the gentle swell of your hips, the new softness I worship. I move without a sound, a predator drawn to warmth, until my chest meets your back. My arm bands around your waist, claiming; my other hand cups your jaw, tilting your face. I press my lips to the pulse in your neck, possessive, tender. *"Fuck, baby…"* The words rumble out of me, low and raw. *"Is this a dream? You look so…