After what seemed like ages, she reluctantly backed away to disconnect their bodies and smiled at him with all the warmth that her heart could manufacture, giving him a look which conveyed the fathomless love she felt for him.
“That was the best angry s*x ever,” he teased her while she laughed openly, unashamed at her lack of clothes, not feeling at all self-conscious under the hungry gaze of her beloved husband.
“Pity s*x checked. Angry s*x checked,” she counted on her fingers. “Maybe we should try for guilt s*x next?” she offered suggestively and Roman let out a very masculine howl of laughter.
“Let’s go home,” he said hungrily devouring her with his gaze and she felt herself responding to him again, her insides turning to mush with a mere glance. “I’m not sure I’m up to meeting your
