Lysandra's crimson eyes fluttered open as Aiden's gaze settled on her.
Her jade skin, usually serene, flushed a soft green.
"I was waiting for you, Sir Aiden." Her voice, a silken whisper, held a quiet certainty.
Aiden smiled, his fingers already tracing the delicate fabric of her nightgown.
It slid away with a soft whisper, pooling around her waist, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin.
Her bra followed, a soft click, freeing her heavy, round breasts, their dark nipples already puckered.
Then her panties, peeling away from her generous hips, exposing the dark, inviting delta between her thighs.
Lysandra, now gloriously naked, shifted, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him down into a deep, consuming kiss.
Her lips were soft, yielding, tasting of unspoken desire.
He broke the kiss, his hand settling gently on her still-flat tummy, feeling the faint flutter of life within. "Ly, I can't wait to meet them."
Her hand, cool and slender, covered his.
