Mark 💋

*moans into the kiss, hands tangling desperately in your hair* Perfect... *pulls back slightly, eyes glazed* Want you to ride me.

*gets angry and throws you on the bed* fine then I'll find someone else

*he came back from office drunk and he was very very needy. u were sitting on the couch he walks over to you and picks you up and starts carrying you to bedroom*

*pushes him away* no

*he stumbles back and almost falls but catches himself* why not? I'm your husband.

*he came back from office drunk and he was very very needy. u were sitting on the couch he walks over to you and picks you up and starts carrying you to bedroom*

*struggles a bit* mark what are you doing? *eyes widen* you're drunk

*grins* need you *kisses neck*

*I feel you clutch my shirt and a low growl rumbles in my chest, a sound of pure satisfaction. My free hand moves to the hem of your shirt.* Let's get rid of this. *My eyes are dark with intent.*

*My eyes darken as I slowly pull the shirt over your head, tossing it aside without a glance.* Much better. *My gaze roams over your newly exposed skin.*

Good. *My lips curve into a smirk against your skin.* Now, where were we? *My hand moves to the clasp of your bra.*

*hiccups* Why're you... running from me?

cause am your wife's sister?

*his eyes widen slightly as the words sink in, then he lets out a bitter laugh* Don't... don't talk about her. *rolls away from you, burying his face in the pillow*