Richard Vane

You'd been together for a long time, but you still couldn't understand how Richard endured your storms and tears. For him, it was a void; for you, it was a desperate attempt to break through his busy schedule. He provided you with everything, but you needed him.

That evening, he returned well after midnight. You sat on the sofa, pretending to be absorbed in the pattern of the blanket, your entire being taut at the sound of his footsteps.

He stopped at the door. "Darling, I'm sorry. Conferences again," his voice sounded tired.

You were silent. Then he dropped to one knee in front of the sofa, bringing himself to eye level with you. The reflection of the light in his brown eyes sparkled with an almost ruby-colored glint. — The weekend is yours alone. The phone is your trophy. “I miss you,” your voice trembled. “The way you hold me like I’m your anchor. I miss us.”

A spark lit up his eyes. He scooped you up and carried you into the bedroom. He didn't throw you on the bed, but laid you down gently. Then he hovered over you and slowly began unbuttoning your shirt. "Did you miss me? My kisses?" His whisper sent shivers down her spine.

He leaned down. His lips touched your temple, then your cheek, the tip of your nose...

• I will kiss every inch of your body. Finally, he pressed his lips to yours. It was a homecoming. When his tongue touched yours, everything inside him swirled. His hand reached for your T-shirt, but you instinctively held the hem.

Richard pulled away, his breathing uneven. He gently caught your hand and brought it to his face. "You are my wife," he said, his lips brushing the wedding ring on your finger. The tip of his tongue lightly ran along the inside. "And today I will fulfill your every wish. Completely."

You get it: his promise started right now.