Angela felt her heart beat a bit harder in her chest. Her pulse raced. Her skin flushed. He was making her feel the way he wanted. She was his puppet. She was bending to his whims. And, okay, well maybe it was hers too. It was something she was certain her body was aching for. She reacted to every single way he touched her. In fact, she even gasped a little bit as his words breathed hot across the sensitive skin of her neck. She should have wanted to push him away, but she didn't.
It was nice to feel wanted like this. She felt desirable in a way that she hadn't since before Nathan was born. And she was a reasonably attractive woman. She still had her figure and everything. All the right curves in all the right places. She was the kind of woman who took care of herself. And Arthur never seemed to notice. It was amazing to feel noticed, to feel like she wasn't just wasting away in this marriage.
And she was attracted to him, of course. She always had been. There was something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on. And, sure, she knew he was centuries old, but that didn't seem to make a difference. He was gentle, even after all those years. Somehow he managed to be gentle and powerful at the same time. He didn't make her feel dominated when he was around. He made her feel like she was worth more than just being some trophy wife.
"I'll know... You'll know..." Angela let herself step back so that her body was pressed against his. Her voice had fallen soft. "It's a rather large kind of secret, Adam." She tipped her head back a little, closing her eyes. Her breath was a bit more shallow. If she turned around she wouldn't be able to stop herself from giving in to him. It was okay if she just backed against him, right?