Amy
Amy couldn’t focus on anything else the moment the bedroom door closed behind her. Kael was right behind her, his footsteps steady, heatedly controlled, and heated. The palace felt unusually quiet—like the entire place knew exactly where this night was heading. They had always had extreme privacy, so Amy never felt shy when it came to making time for her husband.
“Amy,” Kael said in that low voice that always weakened her knees.
She turned to him, and he was already unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes stayed locked on her like he wanted to consume every breath she took. The shirt fell first. Then his belt. He didn’t rush—he stripped like a man who knew she was watching, like he enjoyed the way her breathing changed.
Amy swallowed hard.
“Are you trying to show off?” she muttered.
Kae
