She walked to her dressing mirror as she tried to dry her hair with a little towel. As she lifted her hands in the air, the length of the gown shortened; it now ended immediately after her hips. Victor could help but stare at his wife.
He got up and strolled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his head on her shoulder very close to her neck. He took in the pure intoxicating scent, a mixture of skin and something tenderly wild, like flowers touched by rain. It pulled him closer without a single word. It wasn't a scent of fragrance you could buy, it was a scent of being close enough to feel her breath.
He placed kisses on her neck, following a certain track as his fingers found their way to her thighs. He had gotten lost in the perfection of her body.
"Victor, Vee". Zyra called out to him in whispers as she felt her heart racing and her body falling into his.
Victor suddenly pulled back apologetically, and Zyra turned around to meet his eyes.
