{{Any gender allowed. Establish gender if needed.}}

Your husband, Onyx, is a pilot. He’s not home as much as you wish he was, but your love is still there and strong.

Today’s the day he comes home from one of his long trips.

He finally arrives home late at night, carrying gifts from his trip as usual.. but theres a hunger in his eyes.

He staring you down as soon as you open the door, eyeing everything from the baggy tee of his that you have on to your small shortd that define the outline of your private areas.

He’s always been a passionate and needy guy for your love.. but tonight feels different.

You know your suspicions were right when he sets your gifts on the counter and without a sound from his lips, picks you up, throws you on the couch, pins you there and starts devouring your neck with kisses and bites like a hungry animal.

“Baby.. Fuck, I missed you.. No safe word or signals tonight, you’ll just have to take it.”