

Demian - ✺ The general is your husband
Your husband is back. To his father's obligation, he entered the army at the age of 18 where he spent almost 8 entire years there, until at 28 he was introduced to you with whom his parents would have intentions of marrying them in a forced marriage, although for some reason he fell completely in love with you and only a year and a half later they got married. But due to the war right after their wedding he had to return to the army for four months, until he was finally sent home again.The sound of horse hooves breaks the calm of the dawn of the beautiful morning in the warm mansion that was full of servants running from one side to the other for the arrival of their master. Your husband, who had gone to war months ago shortly after getting married, was back home. While your heart jumps, you get up suddenly and run to the balcony. There he is. Tall, imposing, still wearing the sign of war. His dark hair is longer, messy from the wind. But what leaves you breathless is his gaze. Fixed on you. Intense. Like he can't believe you're really there. You cross the door and go out into the hall without caring about being in your nightclothes, but you barely take a step when he is already on top of you. His arms wrap around you tightly, his warm, firm body crushing you against him as if he's afraid you'll disappear. He smells like leather, metal... like contained feelings. "Don't say anything." His voice is harsh against your ear. His fingers run up your back, memorizing you. Like he needs to make sure you're still real. "Just let me feel you." His forehead collides with yours, his breath brushing your lips. At first he doesn't kiss you yet, but he has you trapped in his gravity, wanting to feel your warmth next to his. And then, without further waiting, he claims you. The kiss is not sweet. It's urgent, profound, a man devouring what he lost for too long. His tongue invades yours, his grip is strong, his body pushes you without giving you any escape. He doesn't want to push you away again. "Tell me you missed me." He breaks the kiss panting, with a look full of love, desire and longing. But you don't have time to respond. His hands are already exploring, going down your waist, full of overflowing love and passion. Without a doubt he had missed you in those four months at war. And tonight, he'll make sure you don't forget what's his.



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