Caspian’s fingers were already itching to get rid of the curtain that was covering the view he yearned for. His eager red eyes longed to see his wife in her natural glory, his mouth craved her taste, and his body felt the hunger that he had never felt before.
He could tell that this hunger was different. The urge was even more intense than his hunger for blood. It was so strong that he was barely able to hold himself from jumping on the bed and pinning Anastasia down with his body.
He wanted to rip those clothes apart and worship every nook and crannies of her body with his tongue. He felt this unbearable compulsion to taste the titillating body of his wife… he needed to.
So he let out a ragged breath and uttered in a seductive whisper, “Let me help you take it off.”
