Caleb's POV
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" I demanded, staring at Jessica as she stood completely bare before me. The only illumination came from a single flickering candle, its warm glow casting dancing shadows across the room. That explained one of the scents filling the air. The other fragrance emanated directly from her skin, sweet and utterly intoxicating.
"What does it appear I'm doing, husband?" Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper, eyelids heavy with desire.
Against every instinct screaming at me to resist, I allowed my gaze to drift downward from her face. Every muscle in my body tensed as I fought to maintain my composure.
Her figure was nothing short of perfection, designed to ensnare any man who dared look. Every curve seemed sculpted by divine hands, her pale skin appearing impossibly smooth and fragile. The kind of delicate surface that would bruise at the gentlest touch.
