"My wifely duty," she whispered, her breath hot as her fingers slowly traced the chiseled planes of his chest, teasing, light as a feather. Her smile never wavered, the power she held over him evident in the way his body tightened beneath her touch.
His shirt parted under her hands, each button undone with deliberate slowness, her fingers brushing against his bare skin with every movement, sending jolts of electricity coursing through him. She peeled the fabric from his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms until it fell to the floor, discarded, forgotten. Her lips followed, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest, her breath warm and tantalizing. She dragged her lips upward, grazing the hollow of his throat before she stopped at his heart, feeling its heavy beat beneath her touch.
