She buried her face in the warm curve of his neck, her nails dragging across his back in desperation. She hadn't trimmed them for days, and she knew she must have scratched him, maybe even hurt him.
But Edmund didn't complain, not even once. Instead, Edmund held her even tighter, his breath warm against her ear. "You feel so tight, my wife." He gently left kisses on her shoulder. "I really love you."
Primrose wanted to answer him with the same words, but instead, a loud moan escaped her lips when Edmund deliberately pulled out half of his manhood before plunging it back into her core, reaching the deepest part of her.
In the end, all she could give him were breathless moans, but the way her body pressed closer, clinging to him as if she could never let go, was proof enough that she loved him back.
