The living room was warm with soft golden light and the aroma of movie popcorn. Tami had dozed off during the last half hour of the family movie night, head resting on Kain's chest, her favorite stuffed bunny tangled in her arms.
Naya looked over with a soft smile. "She's out."
Kain shifted carefully, cradling Tami in his arms. Her small body melted against his shoulder. He stood and carried her down the hallway with quiet steps, easing open her bedroom door.
The room glowed with night lights—twinkling stars projected on the ceiling, a soft pink hue washing over the walls. He laid her gently onto her unicorn-covered bed, brushing a kiss against her forehead.
"Goodnight, princess," he whispered, tucking her bunny close.
He stood there for a moment longer, watching her breathe, that small smile still clinging to her lips. Then he closed the door and turned back to the hall.
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When he returned to the master bedroom, Naya was curled up against the headboard in a satin robe, reading something on her tablet. Her legs stretched long over the bed, one knee bent, robe slipping just slightly to reveal the curve of her thigh.
"You have no idea what that did to me," she murmured without looking up.
He quirked a brow. "What?"
"You. Carrying her like that. Tucking her in."
Kain walked over, climbing onto the bed beside her, fingers brushing her hair behind her ear. "It's what dads do."
"Yeah. And it's sexy as hell."
She set the tablet aside, eyes locking onto his, slow heat building between them like the pull of gravity.
"You look like you want something," he teased, hand slipping over her thigh.
"I want my husband," she whispered, voice smoky.
Kain didn't wait.
He kissed her slow—deep—like he needed her to feel every beat his heart had missed when she wasn't around. His hand slid behind her neck, the other gripping her waist as he pulled her onto his lap.
Naya moaned into his mouth, hips grinding against him as the robe slipped lower, baring one shoulder, then her chest. He trailed kisses down her neck, his tongue flicking over her nipple before sucking her breast into his mouth. Her fingers fisted in his hair as she arched into him.
She slid her robe off completely, leaving her naked in the soft low light. Kain leaned back to look at her—his wife, flushed and breathless, eyes wild with want.
"You're unreal," he murmured.
Naya reached down, palming his growing hardness through his boxers. "Then fuck me like I am."
He groaned, shoving the boxers down. She took him into her mouth first—slow and deep, moaning around him as her hand worked his shaft. Kain's head fell back, jaw clenched. Her mouth, warm and wet, sent fire through his spine.
When he couldn't take any more, he grabbed her, flipped her onto her back, and spread her legs. His tongue dipped between her thighs, lapping at her clit, savoring every moan she gave him. Then he slid two fingers inside her, curling them expertly until her thighs trembled.
"Kain… I'm so close—"
"Not yet," he whispered, pulling away.
He kissed her again, this time with fire, and pushed inside her slowly, letting her feel every thick inch.
"Fuck," she gasped, nails digging into his back.
He started slow, hips grinding, teasing her with deep, dragging strokes. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in harder. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her lips—never stopping, never letting her go.
"Harder," she begged.
He gave it to her—fucking her deep, fast, the bed creaking beneath them. He turned her over, lifted her ass, and slammed into her from behind, gripping her hips like she was the only thing keeping him alive.
She cried out, biting the pillow to muffle her screams.
Then he flipped her again, pressing her knees to her chest and thrusting into her as her breasts bounced, her mouth slack with ecstasy.
"Look at me," he ordered.
She did—eyes glazed, lips swollen, sweat glistening on her skin.
"I love you," she moaned.
"Say it again."
"I love you, Kain… fuck… I love you."
He came hard, deep inside her, her name like a growl in his throat.
And when they collapsed together, sweaty and shaking, tangled in sheets and each other, it didn't feel like lust or even just love, it felt real.
The room was soundproof, and thank God. Because Naya's loud moans filled every corner. She didn't hold back, and neither did he.
After the first round, they barely rested. Kain kissed her again, soft and needy, then turned her over slowly, taking her from behind, her body arching in response. She reached back for him, craving more. They moved like waves, crashing and pulling, until the room smelled like sex and warmth and everything forbidden finally made right.
By the time they collapsed beside each other, breathless and tangled in the sheets, the moon had shifted in the sky.
But Kain wasn't done. Not yet. He kissed her again, and her eyes widened when he slid down between her thighs. She shuddered as his tongue moved over her, making her cry out. She gripped the headboard, toes curling, her back arching as she came undone again.
Later, when he lay beside her, pressing kisses into her damp hair, Naya whispered, "This feels like a dream."
He tucked her close. "Then let's never wake up."
They made love again before sunrise—slower, deeper. The kind of sex that didn't need words. Only gasps, touches, and a shared promise that whatever they'd built in the middle of all the chaos, it was real.
And in the quiet that followed, tangled together beneath the sheets, Naya finally slept with a soft smile, her head on Kain's chest, his hand over her heart.