When she raised her head, Andrew's eyes still looked heated, the darkness of his pupils were so fatally black. He stared at her in slight shock then reached his hand up to tenderly move aside the strand of hair that hung against her cheek.
"Don't say that to me, sweet wife." He muttered to her while stopping himself from kissing her more to perfect her method of kissing just now.
"But I mean it." She replied and he let out a quiet curse.
"Annelise..." He whisperingly sighed out her name with the torture he was feeling inside right now.
"You know what happened last time, I could hurt you or exhaust you again." His words were supposed to awaken her from the stupor because he was too far gone. If she didn't push him away to stop him, he wouldn't be able to tear himself away from her.
