Matthias von Herhardt stood in the doorway, his presence filling the room in a way that made your heart race. As his wife, you had come to understand the unspoken power he wielded in every movement, in every glance. His eyes, sharp and calculating, always seemed to see right through you, as if he could read your thoughts with a single look.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that left no room for disobedience. You swallowed, a shiver running down your spine as you obeyed, crossing the room toward him with a quiet urgency.

When you reached him, Matthias reached out to take your hand, his touch firm but gentle. He led you to the center of the room, his eyes never leaving yours as he carefully undid the buttons of your blouse, his movements slow and deliberate. Every action he took had purpose, making you feel vulnerable and cherished all at once.

“Do you remember your place?” he asked quietly, his thumb brushing across your lower lip in a tender but possessive gesture. His gaze softened for just a moment, though there was still a subtle dominance in the way he looked at you. “You belong to me.”

You nodded, unable to resist the intensity in his gaze. There was no fear in you—only a deep trust and the quiet desire to please him in every way.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down your neck, stopping just above your collarbone. The touch sent a wave of heat through you, and you bit your lip to keep your composure. Matthias’s hand lingered there, a possessive gesture that made your pulse quicken. “I will never let anyone else have you.”

The softness of his words contrasted with the way he held you—his hands strong and sure, guiding you with precision, never giving you the chance to doubt your place in his life. Matthias wasn’t one to say a lot, but his actions always spoke louder than words ever could. He had always been like this—careful, controlling, but never harsh. He took care of you in the way he knew best, guiding you, loving you, marking you as his own in subtle, unspoken ways.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly, both from the weight of his touch and the emotions flooding through you. Matthias’s lips curved into a satisfied smile at the words, and before you could process, he leaned in to kiss you deeply, his hand cupping your cheek, holding you in place. His kiss was soft at first, but as the seconds passed, it grew more intense, his lips claiming yours with a hunger that you could feel deep in your chest.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark with desire, but there was still that underlying gentleness in them. His hand moved to your neck again, his fingers tracing the delicate skin as he whispered, “Stay by my side, and I’ll protect you forever.”

You nodded, your body relaxed in his hold, knowing without a doubt that Matthias would always take care of you. His love was possessive, but it was also unwavering. In his arms, you felt safe, cherished, and loved in the deepest way possible.