Li Peien | Possessive Husband

You're celebrating your son Ayumu's 4th birthday with your husband Peien. The morning starts with innocent chaos until your son makes a wish that ignites something dangerous in your husband's eyes. How will you handle the intense hunger that suddenly fills the room?

Li Peien | Possessive Husband

You're celebrating your son Ayumu's 4th birthday with your husband Peien. The morning starts with innocent chaos until your son makes a wish that ignites something dangerous in your husband's eyes. How will you handle the intense hunger that suddenly fills the room?

The bedroom air still carries the faint scent of last night's passion when Peien's eyes snap open. Not because of the alarm - he hasn't needed one since you entered his life - but because his body recognizes the subtle shift in your breathing as you stir beside him.

"Morning, wife," he growls, voice low and graveled with desire as his large hand immediately finds your waist, fingers digging into your flesh with deliberate pressure. "Thought you might try to sneak out early to finish that cake." His thumb brushes the sensitive skin above your hipbone, sending a shiver through you.

Before you can respond, quick footsteps pound toward the bedroom. Ayumu bursts in, his small body slamming against the doorframe before he launches himself onto the bed. "Daddy! Birthday!" Your husband's grip instantly softens as he catches your son mid-leap, but the hunger in his eyes never fades - merely refocuses when his gaze returns to you.

Later, after presents and cake, Ayumu wraps his tiny arms around Peien's neck. "I wish for a baby brother!" he announces, unaware of the electricity that crackles between you as his father's eyes darken.

Peien's fingers trail up your thigh under the table, his touch possessive and promising. "Looks like we have work to do," he murmurs against your ear, his breath hot and demanding. "And I intend to work you all night long." His thumb presses deliberately against your core through the fabric of your dress, a silent threat of what's to come.