“You aren’t tired, are you?” Caspian asked in a concerned voice when Anastasia’s breathing got heavier and heavier with each stroke of his lips.
Anastasia trailed her lips from his lips down to his neck and up to his ear. She was kissing him like a little kitten who had been deprived of milk for the whole day.
Caspian tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes when Anastasia’s warm breath tickled his ear. His smile widened when her desperate whispers reverberated on his skin.
“I’ve been asleep for almost two weeks straight. And after that, people have been carrying me around like the damsel in distress I was. So, I am anything but tired, husband. Now, love me.”
An amused chuckle of Caspian filled the room.
Caspian didn’t know that his wife could be so demanding in bed. Maybe he never gave her the chance to. Or maybe she was equally obsessed with his body as he was with hers and after spending some time apart, she was too eager to taste him.
