Dron growled long and deep as Tempest pressed herself against his body. They'd been together once before, but had been interrupted due to the attack. Dron felt sorry for anyone, friend or foe, who would try to disrupt them again. He would have his fill of his wife, and it didn't matter what was going on around him.
He roughly pushed his hands up the spine of her back, pressing slightly so she arched the fragile part of her body and her breasts pressed up against his chest. He wanted to feel every part of her. Wanted to take joy in the fact that he could affect her like this.
