#thread:anthony

that his yearning for her is a constant, was a concept he believed his wife to be very aware of. especially once they had gotten past all the confusions and misgivings from the moment they’d met until the moment there was simply no more denying the affection between them. vexing and challenging as she may be, there was no woman more enchanting either. she had captivated him in manners anthony had believed himself uncapable of. and he WANTED her. anywhere, anytime, in any way possible. she plagued his dreams and haunted his waking moments. and the hardness he barely managed to keep hidden from the many witnesses to their happy moment, pressed demandingly into the small curve of her rear. her closeness only made it worse. 

and then there was cake in his face. it did not truly register instantly, the smooth creamy frosting falling unto upper lip in a manner that provoked his tongue to catch the delectable treat instinctively with the very tip of his tongue. 

delicious. 

but not as delicious as the nectar his wife kept hidden from him now. 

anthony loved the way she tasted and after having had it only once, he was an addict, much alike the less fortunate souls that had lost their life’s purposes in the arms of that dragon they continued to chase in the more infamous opium dens. oh, the viscount vowed that no drug could ever hold the power over him that she did. 

a moan escaped him and he rolled his hips slightly forward, pressing into his wife even more determinedly. though he had been astonished by the daring move, anthony knew he should not show her just how badly the move had confused him. she would not be allowed to win. and per usual, their interactions contained a challenging and competitve nature. 

“sweet, but not as sweet as you.” his breath was hot and heavy against her skin, a self-satisfied expression threatening to expose the true nature of this game now. what had been desire was now a need, not quite as carnal as before, but a need nonetheless.