Belle had long yearned for her husband, but his reluctance to touch her, born from the fear of hurting her, had kept her from ever pushing him into more whenever they lay in bed together at night. At one point, she'd begun to believe he might never make another attempt to be with her again.
But now, with him lying between her parted thighs and his thick, strong shaft filling her, every nerve in her body burned with the fire of a long-starved desire.
They had been married for a year now, and Belle had grown more experienced in bed than she had been in those early months. With a husband like Rohan, it was only natural, and in this moment, she used everything she had learned.
She lifted her hips to meet him, her body remembering his rhythm like a secret language only they understood, one they'd spoken a thousand times. She rocked into each deep thrust, guiding him with instinct, already knowing exactly where and how she wanted him, exactly what her body craved most.
