Claiming back his missing wife

Can I make love with you?

As he moved closer, Alysha's breath hitched in her throat. Heat crept up her neck, flushing her cheeks, her blue-gray eyes wide and locked onto his with a mix of nervous anticipation and burning curiosity. Her body tensed, heart racing with the uncertainty of what was about to happen, yet a flutter of undeniable excitement pulsed through her veins.

The space between them felt electric, charged with a tension that made the air around them almost suffocating. His every move seemed to slow, deliberate, as if the moment demanded their full attention. He sat down beside her on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, pulling her subtly closer to him. The scent of whiskey still clung to him, but now it mixed with something deeper—something that was purely him, heady and intoxicating. Alysha's pulse quickened, her skin prickling with anticipation as the world outside this room ceased to exist.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, his presence overwhelming. His face was so close now, his breath warm against her cheek as his piercing blue eyes locked with hers. The question lingered between them, unspoken yet potent, the tension thick enough to touch. Alysha swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling with shallow, rapid breaths as his hand reached up, cupping her chin with a tenderness that felt out of place given the intensity of the moment.

"If it is okay for you... can I make love with you?" His voice was a rough whisper, barely above a breath, but it slammed into her like a force she couldn’t resist. His words hung in the air, the meaning of them sending a violent shudder through her. She could feel her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears. The space between them seemed to shrink into nothing, the world around them fading into the background.

He was too close, too overwhelming, too attractive. Every inch of her body felt alive, tingling with the undeniable allure that radiated from him. His touch was gentle but charged, the warmth of his hand on her face making her feel both fragile and desired in a way she had never experienced before.

Her lips parted, but no words came at first—only the rapid thrum of her pulse, the sharp intake of her breath. She felt dizzy, the edges of her vision blurring as she fell deeper into the daze of his presence, the undeniable pull of him. Her voice, when it finally came, was barely a whisper, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment.

"Yes..." The word slipped from her lips, soft but desperate, surrendering to the storm that raged within her.

The moment between them crackled, the air thick with an unspoken promise. His thumb traced her jawline, a slow, deliberate movement that sent waves of heat cascading through her.

Alysha's breath hitched again as he leaned even closer, his lips just a hair’s breadth from hers, the electricity between them sparking, consuming everything.

Their lips collided in a fierce, searing kiss that set Alysha’s entire body aflame, her heart thundering in her chest as she surrendered completely to the raw, intoxicating allure of the man who was now her husband. The world outside dissolved, leaving nothing but the heat between them, the fire that raged in their shared breath. His lips were demanding yet tender, a perfect storm of passion and control that left her gasping for more.

Alysha’s body responded instinctively, her hands trembling as they reached for him, desperate to feel more of his closeness, the warmth of his skin against hers. Every touch was electric, every caress sending tremors down her spine, and she found herself lost in the whirlwind of sensations. She could feel the urgency in his hands as they slowly, reverently began to undress her, each button, each piece of fabric peeled away with a deliberate slowness that made her pulse race. His gaze—hungry, intense—never left her, drinking in the sight of her with an admiration that made her skin flush with heat.

The cool air brushed her bare skin, but it did nothing to calm the fire that burned within her. Alysha lay before him, completely exposed, the soft blush creeping up her cheeks as she felt the vulnerability of the moment wash over her. She had never been this close to another person, never experienced the intimacy that now crackled in the air between them. Every inch of her felt alive under his gaze, his eyes trailing over her body with something that felt like reverence, like worship.

His fingers traced the curve of her hips, a featherlight touch that made her shiver with anticipation. His eyes, those piercing blue orbs, were wide with wonder as they roamed over her, taking in every detail of her bare, trembling form. There was something almost sacred in the way he looked at her, as if she were a treasure he had only just discovered, and Alysha could hardly breathe under the weight of that gaze.

"You are so gorgeous... and unique," he whispered, his voice thick with awe, the words wrapping around her like a caress. His fingers followed the path his eyes had taken, reverent and slow, as if committing every inch of her to memory.

Alysha’s chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst from her chest. His words echoed in her ears, sending a fresh wave of warmth through her. No one had ever looked at her like this before, with such intensity, such pure admiration that it made her feel more beautiful than she had ever believed herself to be.

And then, as if the moment could become any more charged, he began to undress himself. His movements were slow, deliberate, the rustle of fabric as he peeled off his clothes the only sound filling the room, each piece falling to the floor with a soft thud.

Alysha’s eyes followed the slow reveal of his body, every inch of him radiating strength and desire. She felt her breath catch in her throat as his chest, toned and strong, came into view. His muscles flexed beneath his skin, and as his shirt slipped from his broad shoulders, Alysha's anticipation grew.