Myla's P.O.V
I was kissing and making out with my husband, he had just arrived from his three-month-long journey. His touch made me feel shivers running down my spine, butterflies in my stomach and my heart pounded faster. Hugging and kissing him, it felt like the first time we met, the kiss felt like the first one that we shared in the forest. I could not get enough of it. He was slower than usual. His movements were a bit uncoordinated but I liked it.
I liked how he was trying to spice things up, I liked the painful torture as he teased me before pleasuring me. His eyes were a bit darker, although different from what I fell in love with, I still liked it. I loved the way he called my name. He usually called me his wild berries but that day, he called me by my name, Myla.
My name sou
