"Is this not what you wanted?" he asked, feigning ignorance of the sudden fear that had crept into her, as he noticed her lips beginning to shake.
Dalia nodded and walked past him, heading towards the bed as he instructed.
A curve appeared on his face; surely this wife of his was unaware of what was to come.
He turned towards her, his eyes growing wide as his heart fluttered at the sight of her sitting on the bed, looking around curiously. The lamplight next to the bed gave her skin a soft shimmer, almost making him unable to wait to have his tongue all over...
"Stop," he cautioned himself and walked towards her.
Dalia looked up immediately as he reached her. The sight of him from this angle caused her to gulp and give a small nervous smile. He was big, with broad shoulders, and she had no doubt that if she let her hand travel on his chest, it would be as hard as a rock. She looked away, embarrassed by her thoughts.
