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DeVante's hands roamed over Toya's curves, fingers tracing the contours of her body as they moved together in perfect sync. Their bodies were entwined, skin slick with sweat as they lost themselves in the moment.
Toya's eyes were locked onto DeVante's, her breath coming in short gasps as his hands explored her skin. DeVante's eyes burned with desire, his body urging him to give her what she wanted.
"Been feenin' for you all day, baby," he muttered into her neck, trailing licks and kisses down her soft skin.
Toya's eyes began to close, her head thrown back in ecstasy as DeVante's lips brushed against her spot, sending shivers down her spine.
Just as their lips were about to seal together, a knock at the door pierced the air. DeVante's head jerked up, eyes snapping toward the sound. Toya blinked in surprise, her body still humming with anticipation as her mind shifted gears.
"I'll get it," she whispered, starting to pull away.
DeVante's arms tightened around her, pulling her back into the bed. "Hold up, ma. It's probably Amara cryin' to lay with us. Just ignore it," he whispered, urgency lacing his voice. "She gon' go away."
Toya hesitated, the weight of motherhood pulling at her even as her husband's lips sought to pull her back in. But then came another knock, a soft, persistent tap that echoed throughout the room. Sighing, she gently pushed against DeVante's chest. "I'll go see what's wrong."
DeVante let out a low groan, flopping back onto the pillow with his arms crossed over his chest. He watched as Toya slipped out of bed, his eyes tracing the curve of her spine as she padded toward the door. He knew that look. Toya was a mom, through and through. When the kids needed her, she answered, no matter what.
Toya's soothing voice floated back into the room as she comforted their daughter, but DeVante couldn't make out what was being said. He hoped it wouldn't take too long for her to come back.
After a few minutes, DeVante stood up, restless, and made his way toward them. Just as he suspected, Amara stood there in her pajamas, clutching the stuffed animal she'd gotten for her fourth birthday.
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