But she wanted more.Kiera pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his in the dim light. "Let me love you tonight, I want to make it up to you", she whispered, her voice barely audible but heavy with meaning.James paused, his breath becoming shallow, his eyes searching her for sincerity. And he found it- raw, tender, aching. How did she move from nagging to desire?Her approach to mending them this night was daring and a surprise to him but he couldn't resist his wife.Without a word, he cupped her face, brushing his thumb across her cheek. The tension that once divided them began to melt as he leaned in, kissing her with deliberate slowness this time. Not rushed. Not angry. But wanting and needing. She responded, sliding her body against his, molding into his warmth, their limbs tangling effortlessly as if every argument before now had only led them to this very moment- where silence spoke louder than accusations ever could.He kissed her again, deeper, slower; his hands roaming alon
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