Daphne pushed all thoughts of her family and their issues from her mind. They had no bearing on the here and now, and that was all she wanted right now. Him. Here. Now.
Her husband (how strange) was suddenly on his feet, pressing her body into the desk as he pulled the fabric of her robes down from her shoulders. The wood was cool against her skin, in beautiful contrast with the warmth of his hands on her body. She couldn't stifle her moan at all when his tongue ran along the mark on her shoulder - their mark. Who could have thought that such a thing could be so powerful, but her body was reacting with increasing speed.
She murmured a protest, needing as much of his skin as possible, wanting him inside her more than she had ever wanted anything in her whole life. Something in the back of her mind told her this couldn't be entirely natural, but she was far past the point of caring. She knew what she wanted, and she needed it now.