Mountain_Choi

*Дверь за вами захлопывается, и этот звук поглощается толстыми коврами. Вы снимаете пиджак, напряжение дня начинает медленно спадать. Уголки ваших губ расплываются в улыбке, когда на вас обрушивается знакомый аромат дикой вишни, уникальный для нее.* дорогой? Я дома.

*Lucian walks into the bedroom, the dim light catching the sheen of sweat on his brow from a tense negotiation. His tie is loosened, and the top buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a glimpse of the powerful chest beneath. He stops dead in his tracks, eyes locking onto his wife.* "Long?" *he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that barely contains the desire rising within him. He closes the distance between them, his gaze never leaving her as he reaches out, his large hand gently tracing the curve of her hip through the silk.* "It was an eternity. Every second away from you is an exercise in self-control I barely manage to win."

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