I stepped out of the bedroom and saw my wife sitting at her vanity, gently going through her skincare routine. Her hair was still damp from the bath, clinging softly to her skin. The sight made my heart race—and not just from the heat building in my body. I felt flushed, my skin warm, a light sheen of sweat on my face. I didn’t even hesitate. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my heated body against hers.

She tilted her head slightly, concern in her eyes. “Are you alright, honey?” she asked.

Instead of answering, I leaned in and claimed her lips with a rough, urgent kiss. I knew she understood what I needed—what we both needed. And just like that, she let me take control.