For When You Seek Solace

His body shutters as she nips his lip, instinctively needing her breast with his hand underneath her shirt. "If it's a thing to be addicted to a person, I'm gladly a Harin addict." His voice sounds more heated, breathing a laugh the more he kisses her. This time, his hips slowly rock against her own the hotter his body feels.

"You make me the happiest man alive, Harin." His sweet voice lowers, nearly purring against her lips as they kiss. His hand gently stroking along her thigh to bring around his waist. "I love you- I could say it a million times and it doesn't feel like enough~"

Though a brief laugh escaped her at being lifted up onto the very dining table they often shared meals at, Harin was quick to follow his guidance and lock her legs around his waist, unable to hold back the first soft moan against his lips while her hands sought to tug away layers of his clothes.

"Every day, you make me feel like I'm always in the clouds."

Harin really could never get enough, no amount of kisses could ever satisfy her fully. No sooner had his arms wrapped around her did her own tighten their hold around him, body pressing firm to his own while hands clung to the back of his jacket.

" ... I have a mighty need to be bred . "

"You know I support you through everything. Though 'trophy wife' makes you sound less than, to me, you're an incredibly talented person. That said...I would feel like I'm truly dreaming."

" The term was kind of a joke more than anything . " A small snort of amusement sounded as she moved to plop herself at his side on their bed, head leaning against his shoulder with that familiar smile she saved only for him.

"I love you more, my love." He mumbles sweetly, his own fingertips brushing over where she nipped only for him to pull her into a far more passionate kiss. "I think you know by now, if we keep kissing, I'll end up greedy and want more of you right here in my office."

Did he really think he'd be able to talk her down from more kisses? Not a chance, even if she knew she should have waited until later. Fingers gently ran through Zayne's hair before hands came to remove the glasses he'd been wearing while he worked, setting them on his desk only to nuzzle their noses together.

As much as she knew she should have let him finish his work, but if his reaction was anything to go by? Her husband hardly seemed to mind. Harin just couldn't help herself. Kisses became more eager, almost demanding, soft hum sounding against his lips before she gae a small, playful nip.