The flames of desire peaked in Caspian’s callous heart. He could swear that he heard his cold heart beating.
He slid his hands further down to his wife’s thighs. His sturdy and cold palms picked Anastasia up in his arms. And as though they had done this countless times, Anastasia wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist to support herself.
Caspian gently slammed Anastasia’s back on the bookshelf, eliciting a shocked moan from her.
Caspian lifted his lips away from his wife’s lips to see her face.
Anastasia was hopelessly breathless. She was gasping and breathing from her mouth. Her pale face looked rosy. And her dark ginger hair was almost drenched in sweat.
Caspian was pleased with what he saw. He smiled and pushed the hair locks away from his wife’s neck.
He immediately closed his eyes and inhaled his wife’s sweet scent. This scent had the power to control him and make him lose his mind.
