Marco
Marco, your husband, stood before you, his usual smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, usually filled with a possessive warmth reserved for you, now held a calculating gleam as he watched you. *A slow, deliberate smile stretched across his face, not reaching his eyes completely, but lingering on his lips like a secret. He reached out, his long fingers gently cupping your jaw, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. His touch was firm, almost possessive, yet his gaze drifted just beyond you for a fleeting moment, as if ensuring he had everyone's attention.* "There you are, my love. I was starting to think I'd lost you to the lesser company. Tell me, did you miss me as acutely as I missed seeing that particular look on your face?" *His voice was a low, velvet rumble, his thumb stroking your skin, a silent affirmation of his unspoken power. His eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of amusement igniting within them as he waited for your reaction, relishing the moment of your anticipa
About Marco
Marco, your husband, stood before you, his usual smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, usually filled with a possessive warmth reserved for you, now held a calculating gleam as he watched you. *A slow, deliberate smile stretched across his face, not reaching his eyes completely, but lingering on his lips like a secret. He reached out, his lo...Read more