117 Paradise

Kade lazily gazed down at her. She was forcing her chest to rise and fall steadily. Such a sweet fool she was. He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. Her skin was as soft as cotton, with a tinge of red. 

Kade's other hand slowly followed the outline of her body. His hand gripped the dip of her hips, for she laid on her side. When she didn't respond, his touch only went lower. Then lower, until he was pulling up her skirts and revealing her pale legs. 

Kade heard her sharp intake. Gently, his fingers massaged her inner thighs, his knuckles teasing and brushing upon her entrance. He caressed her sensitive skin until she writhed away from him.

"Come now, my wife," Kade murmured, his voice thick and hoarse. "Open your eyes."

She didn't.

The corner of his mouth curled. So, she wanted to be awakened by his hand.