Leofric tried to reach for his belt to set himself free, but Isabella grabbed his hand, " Not so fast," she said, her eyes glistening with mischief as she made her way back into his thighs.
Pressing her forehead to his, she whispered, "It's going to be my way tonight."
Like a hypnotised fool, Leofric nodded, his chest rising and falling with heavy breath as he anticipated her next move. He had felt such delicious tension before from surrendering to his wife's wicked ways.
He moaned when her lips finally found his again. It was slower this time. More lingering. And more deliciously painful.
"Isabella...." He whispered, voice thick with desire, "You are driving me mad."
"That's good," She whispered, her hands trailing lower to his belt where she did a swift work of unbuckling and unzipping his pants—all thanks to Ella's lessons. She slid off his thighs and knelt before him, helping him discard his trousers.
