Heat bloomed across my skin at Cas’s words, warm and wicked. I knew my husband too well. His kisses always led to more than just more kisses—not that I was about to complain. I’d take anything he was willing to give, gladly and without hesitation. —
I can offer you cuddles in bed, kisses—so many kisses—the service of my lips, my hands, every inch of my body… and all of me, right there with you, in our bed.
@KingofBlood_ash lips twitching in mock consideration. “My grandfather, however…” I trailed off with a smirk. “...I think he’d be thrilled we’re continuing the family line. But about all of this practice you were speaking of."
My fingers slid higher, trailing along the ridges of his —
@KingofBlood_ash unmentionables. "So, how big are we talking here? I need exact numbers." Drumming my fingertips against his chest, questioning my life choices in this moment.
@KingofBlood_ash head…” I whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “…and bravo on the encouragement.”
I paused, swallowing hard—because of course, now I was picturing it. The actual logistics. Gods help me, I was going to have to push something with a big head out of my —
@KingofBlood_ash outside of you,” I whispered. “You are my freedom, Cas. And when the war is over—when the world finally belongs to us—I want that life with you. All of it.”
I paused briefly, long enough to take a breath before continuing. “I want 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, too. Our future. Our home. You.”
@KingofBlood_ash The silence and most of all the peace that being wrapped in his arms gave me.
I didn’t even bother to lift my head. I just tightened my hold around him, fingers curling against his ribs, as I said. “I don’t want to waste time pretending I need to find freedom somewhere —