Unfortunately for her, I can't allow it.
Part of my plan involves isolating her, Keeping her dependent. Cutting off unnecessary connections, including my own circle unless required. David knight does not get access to my wife.
She lifts a glass of water, takes a sip, then runs her tongue over her lips absentmindedly. My gaze follows the movement before I can stop it, tracks the line of her throat, the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
Heat settles low in my stomach, slow and unwelcome. I physically have to adjust myself so the tent my pants isn't too noticeable, i don't want anyone wondering why i have a huge bugle in the middle of my reception party.
She liked the kiss. I know she did. I've kissed enough women in my teenage years to recognize when one responds, and my little spitfire responded. Her body had melted into mine before her pride caught up. Innocence might play a part, sure, but that wasn't all of it.
