"You're so exquisite, my love." He said, his gaze worshipfully running across every curve and dip of her delectable figure. But he stepped away. "Get into the water first while I undress. It's cold."

Even though Evie unusually was not feeling cold at all, she took Gavriel's hand and let him help her into the tub. She quickly lowered herself until all of her was submerged except her head, in the hopes of hiding her naked body in the water. The water felt too hot on her already feverish skin.

Evie could see him undressing from the corner of her eyes, but she did not dare turn that way to look and confirm her thoughts. She instead resolutely fixed her gaze at the fireplace, trying to calm herself from the seemingly growing fire inside of her. What was going with her, was she having a fever? But it did not feel like the fever she normally get…

"Wife," his voice pulled her attention back to him and she absentmindedly turned her head towards Gavriel.

"Hmmm? What is…" she replied distractedly but the rest of her words did not continue when her eyes was graced by the sight before her. She was completely stunned and rendered mute before her husband.

"I was just about to ask you to look if you like," he said mischievously, already knowing that she is looking her fill at that very moment and Evie could not bring herself look away. He simply looked magnificent.

When he made his way towards her, his hard muscles rippled in a stunning display beneath all that expanse of smooth skin. Evie could not help but glide her gaze down his perfection and when her eyes reached the thick length of him, she subconsciously swallowed. She had already seen all of him before, but it seemed that this was something she could not get used to. Or perhaps it would take more times for her to continue looking to get used to? Maybe because he was too much of a feast for the eyes… no one could ever get used to seeing his godliness!

Gavriel was already sitting before her when she finally got her wits back. He looked utterly pleased as he looked at the way she stared at him since a while ago. Evie looked away and wondered why she was not feeling the utter embarrassment she ought to be feeling at the moment.

The heat intensified even more that she felt like she could no longer handle it. She suddenly rose from the tub, water flowing in seductive splashes down her luscious curves, surprising Gavriel.

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking up at her. "Don't tell me you're done with your bath when you have yet to start. Or… you don't like me here?" he added, deep lines formed between his brows.

"No…" she shook her head. "I… it's just… I'm… because I felt it was too hot…" her voice petered out and Gavriel blinked. His gaze erotically travelled from her face, down to her breasts and then her sex.

Mortified, Evie attempted to sit back into the water again to hide her nakedness, but unfortunately – or was it fortunately? – she slipped. Gavriel quickly caught her and the next moment, she found herself straddling him. Her hands were on his shoulders and his one arm around her waist.

She could feel his hardness throbbing thickly against her private place and the touch of their sexes seemed to have ignited an even larger flame. Evie suddenly let her body fall on him. She settled her forehead in the crook of his neck. Her breathing becoming heavier.

"Gav… riel… it's so hot." She uttered, sounding slightly confused.

Gavriel never expected her move at all. He had truly thought that she was going to pull away. His throat worked and his hand was about to touch her when he clenched them just as they were inches away from her delicate skin.

He instead grabbed the edge of the tub. His lips kissed her small shoulder, and he felt her quivering. He was amazed at her responsiveness today.

"Love… what do you want me to do?" he asked in a low rumbling voice.

Her arms around him tightened and her subtle movements almost made him lose his rationale right there, feeling her sex pressing a little harder against his length. She seemed to realize what she had done through the haze in her mind, and she froze.

"I… feel so hot. Please… do something." She whispered weakly, pleading for something… more.

"Something?" Gavriel could not help but tease her. Oh, how he loved teasing her too. "I think, I need you to be specific, love… tell me what this something is, and I'll willingly help out." he encouraged, smiling mischievously.

"I don't know… just do something, anything…" She moved again agitatedly and Gavriel was so caught off guard, a groan escaped his lips. Damn. This is bad. Was she really not aware of what she was doing?

"Anything? Be careful what you're saying, love…" he whispered in her ear. "You might regret it."

"I won't."

Gavriel's eyes widened as he arched his brows.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes."

"Even if I am going to touch you?"

"Will I feel better if you touch me?"

Her question elicited another wave of wicked desire and tormented amusement in Gavriel's eyes. His wife is definitely going to be the cause of his death one day. No, he would not be killed by anything – but his wife's innocently suggestive and unknowingly seductive ways. He took a deep steadying breath.

"Oh yes, love… you will feel a lot better… way better than just kisses, Evie…" he coaxed. His desire and hunger for her began to consume him as well. He had been dreaming for the day she would willingly allow him to touch her and explore that wonderful secret place. For many nights… he had been yearning to touch her. It had surprised him many times how ardently he wanted her.

There was a short silence. And when he felt her nod, it took all of his self-control not to grab and jump on her right then and there. A wordless curse vibrated inside his throat. He felt like this was too good to be true. Was she really… finally… letting him touch her?

"Oh, Evie… love… I need you to tell me. Look at me and say it. I want to hear you state it." He said and the agony of waiting for her to pull away and look at him was just almost too much to bear. Even though Evie did not actually take that long to do as he said.

Evie's eyes were dazed, intoxicated as she looked at him. She knew something was wrong with her at the moment, but she could not bring herself to care. Her body was screaming for him to something to her – to relieve that intensely consuming need that she instinctively knew only Gavriel would be able to quench and satisfy. The heat that had initially started out as a little spark now had consumed her and was unbearable.

"Touch me…" she moaned as her eyes stared pleadingly into his fiery eyes. "Touch me, Gavriel."