Okay, this was a little gem that decided to crop up out of nowhere and I thought 'oh what the hell'. The italicized portion is Gomez dreaming.
"Mon amour, wait!" Morticia raised her hands, palm up and pressed against her husband's strong chest.
His eyes glinted gold, his restraint evident over the mindless beast he had become. "Gomèz, darling, please."
A growl rumbled low in his chest, his hand coming up to cup the back of her neck. "Cara mia." He husked, backing her into the wall and pinning her there with his body.
"Stay here with me, mon coeur sauvage." She whispered, nipping at his lips.
"Eres divina...anjelita mia..." He moaned, kissing her deeply, his hands dropping to her lower back and pulling her flush against him. She sighed and arched into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, grazing his scalp with her nails. She broke the kiss, tilting her head back as he kissed and nuzzled his way down her neck.
"Darling, the bedroom." She whispered breathlessly, deft fingers undoing the buttons on his vest and reaching for his shirt. He swept her up into his arms effortlessly and carried her off to their bedroom. She had his tie and shirt undone and halfway off before they hit the bedroom door.
He set her on the floor, stripping off the undone shirt and tie before slipping the zipper of her dress down her back. He peeled the material off of her, growling wantonly at the sight of her pale form wrapped in a black corset and lace panties.
"Dioses, mi amor. Eres tan encantador. Tan hermosa."
It was common knowledge that when Morticia spoke French her husband would lose all semblance of control, but no one caught on to the fact that she was equally affected by him. His accented Castilian poured over her like hot tar, causing her to shiver and turn her head, nibbling at his earlobe.
He growled, tearing the back of her corset open, desperate to feel her marble skin against his overheated flesh.
She pressed against him, digging her fingernails into his chest and shoulders as they kissed passionately. She broke the kiss, sauntering to the bed, tossing a sultry smirk her lover's way as she crawled onto the mattress.
He watched her like a predator, mesmerized by her curves, watching her lounge back in their bed, bare save for the tiny black panties. He growled and chased her up the mattress, pinning her beneath him and kissing her hungrily.
Her nails dragged down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. He gasped and arched painfully in her arms, pulling free of her embrace.
She sat up, reaching for him in concern, speaking his name shakily as he backed off the bed, dropping to the floor, an agonizing snarl building in his throat.
Black fur started sprouting along his back and shoulders, the sounds of bones breaking and realigning echoed in the tense air of their bedroom. What seemed like hours, but truthfully was only a handful of moments later, a set of glinting copper eyes looked up at her, a gaping maw of razor sharp teeth gleaming in the candlelight.
"Gomez..." Morticia whispered, her breath drawing short as the beast, the werewolf that was once her husband snarled and leapt, teeth bared.
The Castilian waited for his heart to stop racing, glancing down at his slumbering wife, wondering if she could hear his heart pounding. Her perfect alabaster skin was unmarred, the only slash of red being the crimson lips which had ensnared his very soul from the moment they met that night in the graveyard. She was safe from his beast, but he wondered...and worried, how long he could keep it that way.