"Please," she begged, panting. "They can see us." She could barely pronounce the words with his lips getting in the way.
'You're my wife, my mate,' he spoke in her mind, his tongue busy with hers. 'It's your fault for being sweet and then for being sensitive to someone else's scent.'
She was about to push him off of her with all of her force. He knew better than to bully her out of their own bed. There was a time and a place for everything.
'Just for a little while longer, Adelaide.'
That was when all of the grief he was trying to keep to himself hit her through their bond. Her husband, still in many ways an emotional mess, had such control over both of their bodies and the bond between them that she was rendered speechless.
Egon...
Adela broke the kiss and he let her; she immediately embraced him instead. His tired head slowly descended down to rest on her shoulder.
