Matteo's Pov
I wake to heat.
My wife’s body, perfectly molded into mine, her mass of dark hair cascading over my chest, warms my heart.
But it warms somewhere else, a place that sends an ache down to my core, causing my briefs to tighten.
I kiss the back of my wife’s head, my arms around her waist tightening protectively while I pull her further into me as though if I let go even for a second, I’d lose her.
It wouldn’t be so far fetched, losing my wife that is. It seems something I am too perfect in—I either drive her away, or my baggages would do the job for me.
Except, this time has to be different, I want to show her that we could always be a normal couple, a normal family.
We can always wake up to a peaceful day, have a good laugh, and still be the wicked entities we are.
My ha
