บท 122: Sacred Place

Anastasia was taken aback when Caspian tore off that beautiful bedgown like it was nothing.

Her gown now looked like a cape. The only difference was that she wasn’t wearing any dress underneath. It was her bare body.

“Caspian…” She hurriedly pulled whatever parts of the silk gown she found stuck on her body and tried to cover herself.

But Caspian held her wrist and didn’t allow her to cover that beautiful body of hers when he hadn’t even begun anything yet.

She lowered her head and tried to loosen her hand from his grip. But she wasn’t able to do that. “Caspian… please…” she whispered breathlessly. She was way too flustered to be standing in front of her husband in her birthday suit.

Caspian let go of her hand. But he instantly put his arms around her waist and his legs locked her inside the little prison that he had created. He then tightly pressed her body against his own. A sudden burst of aroma entered his nose. He was simply enchanted by how good his wife smelled.