“Are you going to turn into a love-hungry beast or something?” Anastasia covered her mouth with her palms and teasingly laughed at her husband.
However, that didn’t work out in her favor since Caspian smirked instead of protesting or saying otherwise. He gently traced his palm along her womanly curves and rested it right below her left breast.
And gently pushing her breast upward with a circular motion from his thumb, he asked in his utterly enticing raspy whisper, “Do you want me to act like a love-hungry beast? Is that what it is?”
“Wait!” Anastasia slightly wriggled her body to the side, already regretting what she said as a joke. She held his firm wrist and said after licking her lips, “I was simply trying to be sarcastic. I didn’t mean it at all.”
“Mm…” Caspian wrinkled his nose and let out a disagreeing sound. “But it’s a little too late to take back your words.”
