#herhyacinth

“And I want to be sure I’m the only reason you have such beautiful bedhead.” He mused, running his fingers through her hair as he felt soft lips, sharp teeth, and warm fingers against his skin. Gods this woman was a temptress, one he was only happy to welcome into his bed every night for all of eternity. He couldn’t believe how happy he was, not just for what conspired last night, but for this sun kissed moment. “I thank you for that congratulations. And perhaps I will break the record and have you sleep until ten tomorrow, Ella Mills.” He whispered and buried his face in warm hazelnut hair.

tag yourself cinderella edition: which ella are you?

He didn’t know what came over him, but he knew he just had to do it. When he saw how perfectly her breasts looked in her corset, blouse, and jacket, it was calling to him. Arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pressed his face between her soft, warm mounds, lips and tongue exploring before she pulled him up for air. Henry’s smirk was wide as he stole a kiss from her lips. “I was just enjoying the sights of my beautiful wife and marking them for myself.” He laughed and kissed her again. “And don’t call me papi if you don’t want me to do it again, mi amor. You know what that does to me.”

      her nose crinkles in confusion and after only a few seconds she responds. “ i know that.” there were many things in this world she was sure of, her father did the best voices when he was telling her a story, her abuela was the best at magic, and of course her mama was always gonna be there for and keep her safe. it was probably the most obvious thing on her growing list. small arms tighten around the other’s familiar form before she snuggles in close. “there’s nowhere safer.”

driz: FUCKING RUNS

He wasn’t shocked at how well she was dealing with the pain. His instinct to find the person who shot her was overcome by his need to ensure that she was all right. He looked her over, no obviously signs of infection, just the arrow. She told him to pull it out and his eyes went wide. But when she said ‘aiding band’ he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Bandaid, baby.” He whispered, kissing her cheek sweetly as he pulled the arrow cleanly out of her leg and pressed a strip of cloth to it to control the bleeding, although there wasn’t much. “Better?”

He’d been saying ‘a little longer’ for the better part of an hour, but Henry wasn’t too keen on the idea of sharing his wife with the rest of the town. He had spent too much time apart from her, he wanted her all to himself. And with their daughter being occupied by her scads of family members, now was his chance. He staked his claim firmly between her legs, loving the feeling of her lips wrapped around him, the smell of her hair, the sight of her muscles moving with every ministration he provided. “Hmmm, just a few more minutes?” He offered, kissing along her jaw and neck, running his hands along her hips and thighs. “I’m making you selfish, Ella Mills. Be selfish with me and stay in bed. Or at least in this room.”