When his hands started to reach downward to the buttons of his breeches, she turned away from him, facing her back to him.
"You… you should've at least warned me that you wanted to take off your clothes!" she stuttered, her voice quavering as she struggled to regain her breath.
Azazeal allowed himself a fleeting smile — one he wasn't even aware of.
He enjoyed her embarrassment a little too much.
"As much as you might regret that decision," he started, dropping his breeches to the floor, "you're still my wife. I didn't expect it would bother you if your husband takes off his clothes in your presence."
He said, shrugging his shoulders leisurely.
That was a lie, of course.
He had wanted it to affect her. If she was flustered it meant at the very least she had a tiny bit of attraction to him and it bothered her.
