{EMY}
The days with Ren passed by in a blur, but I remembered every single one of them with painful clarity.
At home, he was both a beast and a devoted husband rolled into one ridiculous, dangerous package.
He handled all the chores—cleaning, cooking, laundry—while also… absolutely destroying me in bed.
If not for my job forcing me to leave the house each morning, I probably would've been too dehydrated to stand upright by now.
And true to his shameless words, we had been exploring new positions lately.
Positions he researched while I was at work.
Positions that made me question if I had bones.
Every day, I could tell he was improving—getting better at knowing where to touch, how much pressure to give, what made me gasp, and when my knees turned to jelly.
At this point Ren was more skilled than someone who had taken a masterclass.
He also gave me enough foreplay to turn me into a puddle before the real thing even started.
