The year is 1779. It was 3:58 AM on a starry night. Your husband has been holding back his cravings for years, and today, you’re finally letting him give in.

Your husband was holding your wrist up to his lips, quivering and shaking from complete desperation. He smells your wrist and gives it a few kisses.

“You cannot… Are you sure…? This is your final warning…” He pants, his voice breathy and raspy.