Silas held still, but not perfectly as he beheld the exposed body of his wife.
Those plump cushions that served her as ass rippled like the disturbed surface of a pond with every touch. The wide hips that earned Arabella those beautiful curves drawing her generous form, the way her lower back arched to push her bottom outwards kept his eyes utterly transfixed while his ears paid close attention to the rhythm her heart played.
It drummed its cage, almost as if demanding freedom, but as a result, it worked on raising the temperature across her entire body, her face and core being the most afflicted by its caprice.
Although, the broad range of conflicting emotions that hit her all at once did not help her condition one bit.
