The Beginning Of All Sins

Tyler held Olivia's hand against his chest and teased, "Is the little bunny trying to resist her husband? Since when do bunnies do this?" Olivia blushed, just like she used to.

Tyler chuckled softly, adjusted Olivia's hand, and shifted to make her more comfortable. He then gently placed his hand behind her head and said wearily, "Okay, close your eyes now. Good night, little bunny." Hearing his words, Olivia's tension melted away. She moved closer to feel his warmth fully, her head resting against his chest.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

As Tyler patted her back soothingly, Olivia closed her eyes and let sleep take over.

Tyler, thinking Olivia was asleep, tried to do the same. But just then, Olivia opened her eyes and gazed up at his face his nose, his lips. His thin, well-defined lips seemed to carry a certain pride. She marveled at how this man was her husband, surely a dream for many.

Lost in thought, she believed Tyler was asleep, so she snuggled closer, inhaling his comforting scent repeatedly, moving her nose from his chest to his neck.

Tyler, nearly asleep, felt Olivia's movements. He frowned briefly, then opened his eyes and held her tightly.

Caught, Olivia wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing closer as if to apologize. Unaware of her own strength, she pressed hard against him.

Since her pregnancy, Tyler had kept his distance to control himself, but her closeness now stirred something in him. He frowned again but held still, gently patting her head. "Sleep, bunny," he whispered. Olivia, unbothered by her condition, nestled her face into the crook of his neck.

Tyler fought hard to control his desires. Finally, as things settled, Olivia fell asleep in his arms.

However, after ten minutes, she grew restless, tossing and turning. Tyler held her firmly and whispered, "Don't move around, bunny."