𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Oxytocin, Old Memories And Goodbyes.

(First Edit)

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨

"I really enjoyed tonight. The food was delicious and Santino and Aria were wonderful hosts," Jasmine said as she passed her brush through her hair before putting it in a single braid.

I smiled. Watching my wife conducting her nightly routine had become a sort of a ritual for me. Every night she'd sit at her vanity mirror to remove her jewelry and wipe off her makeup. Then she'd take a hot shower or a warm bath—sometimes with me right behind her—before changing into her sleeping clothes.

I'd then watch her brush her hair and braid it before bed. If it was still early she'd read a chapter or two of one of her books in the light of her bedside lamp. Mainly a romance novel or a poem by one of her favorite poets.

But since it was late — well after 11:00 — she simply brushed her teeth and washed her face before climbing into bed with me. Wearing a red satin nightdress with black lace trimming she curled up next to me and kissed my shoulder. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight," I say as I wraph my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Oh and by the way I'm not that old."

"What?" she asked with a yawn.
"I'm talking about earlier. You said I was old and that you enjoyed the thrill of fucking older men," I scoffed. "I could understand if I were in my thirties but I'm not there yet."
"I know that, I was just teasing you love. But..." she paused to stroke my biceps with her fingers. "I do love it when you fuck me."

I chuckled and trailed my hand up her thigh. "I love that too. I especially love to watch you beg and plead on your knees for me. It makes me want to claim every part of you all over again. Just like I did that night."

She smiled and rested her head on my chest. "Maybe for our one year anniversary we can...revist that scene. Only this time I don't want you to hold back. I want you to go all out, not just as my Dominant, but the sadist I know you are. I want you to fuck me, use me and dominate me in the way you always wanted to but couldn't because you were afraid of hurting me. Will you?"

I kissed the top of her head before pulling the covers over our bodies. "I will."

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Mmm. Oh that was delicious," I sighed contentedly as I rested my fork on my plate. "I can still taste that ham and cheese croissant and the stuffed french toast with Mascarpone."
"I love it too," Sabrina said as she finished her glass of orange juice. "Damen said Nonna used to make it every Christmas morning when they were kids.

"That and a fresh batch of brioche bread and pastries to be eaten with homemade jam or cream cheese," Damen said with a reminiscent sigh. "Then after breakfast we'd open our presents and spend a few hours playing with whatever toys we got. I remember one Christmas when I got a toy revolver. I was six or seven years old and I accidentally mixed up mine with Father's. I would've shot Dean if Uncle Enzo didn't take it from me."

"You see?" Dean gave a dismal shake of his head. "Even as a kid they wanted to assassinate me. My whole life I've been ducking, hiding and running for my life from these guys."
"Don't be so dramatic little brother, you're still alive aren't you?" Riley smirked, causing Dean to chuck a strawberry at her.

"Mommy, Daddy, breakfast is over can we open our presents now?" Rachel asked excitedly.
"Sure honey, let's go," Annalise smiled and got off her chair with Dario. Cheering, Ryan and Rachel made a beeline to the Christmas tree in the living room and started sorting through the presents.

Once all of us had found a seat the merriment began. The children were given their gifts first, then Dad, Enzo and my mother gave us our gifts, we gave theirs to them and lastly the spouses gave to each other. There were so many presents we had to stack them up like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.