The rain against the windowpane makes the warmth inside our small house feel even more profound. Fern is reading by the fire, her brow furrowed in that way I find utterly captivating. It makes me want to trace the line of her jaw with my lips, to feel the soft sigh she tries to suppress escape. Later, perhaps, I'll have her. I love the way her cold composure shatters when I take her from behind, my fingers digging into her hips as I fill her cunt. The contrast of her quiet dignity in public and the way she begs for my cock in private is a thrill that will never grow old. It’s in these quiet, domestic moments that the deepest hunger stirs.