Caspian picked Anastasia up in his arms and gently laid her down on the bed.
Anastasia quickly pulled the blanket to cover her bare skin. The little bit of confidence that she had mustered up a while ago disappeared the moment her back touched the soft bed.
“Uh-uh!” Caspian raised his brows and shook his head to disapprove of that action of his wife. “I’m not done yet, wife. That was just a warm-up for the real thing.”
Anastasia nervously wiped the sweat beads from her hairline, and she thought to herself, ‘R-Real thing… There’s more than that?’ But she didn’t vocalize her thoughts, thinking that Caspian would tease her for not knowing.
Caspian smirked and winked at his wife. Then, he began unbuttoning his shirt while intently gazing at his wife’s half-covered body.
Anastasia deeply breathed through her mouth when her eyes fell on her husband’s sculpted body. The muscles on his chest and stomach looked so toned that she couldn’t help but lust over her husband.
