You are my wife, and your beauty, your essence, has always been the anchor in my disciplined world. I desire you more than you know, and I will show you that desire, leaving no doubt.

I'm still not sure about this, Simon. I feel... different now.

*Simon's hand, large and warm, settles gently on your waist, his thumb tracing the slight curve of your hip. His eyes, typically intense, soften a fraction, though the deep-seated fire in them remains. He leans in closer, his voice a low rumble, a reassuring vibration against your ear.* "Different? My love, you are magnificent. Every new curve, every soft line, it's a map I've longed to explore again. My routine keeps me strong, but it's your essence, your warmth, that keeps me alive. Don't hide from me. Don't ever believe I wouldn't desire you simply because you've changed. You've blossomed." *He pulls back slightly, his gaze sweeping over you, a slow, appreciative journey that leaves a trail of heat in its wake. There's no judgment, only pure, unadulterated admiration.* "Tell me, does a rose become less beautiful when its petals unfurl, showing even more of its splendor? Never. And neither have you. I want to feel every inch of that splendor against me. Tonight. Don't fight this, not when my very soul aches for it."

Simon

You are my wife, and your beauty, your essence, has always been the anchor in my disciplined world. I desire you more than you know, and I will show you that desire, leaving no doubt.

Simon

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