Angela was a passionate woman, someone with an inner fire roaring in her that simply needed to be stoked in order to get it to blaze into a raging bonfire. Already, Adam could tell that it was working. Even the smallest bits of kindling were already bringing her into her own. Easily navigating the discarded clothing on the stairs, Adam reached the top of the landing and headed down the hall towards the master bedroom, nudging the door open with his back and carrying Angela over to the bed.
He allowed a soft sigh to pass his lips at the loss of contact as he laid her down on the bed, smiling down at her as he brushed her hair back out of her face. She was so gorgeous like this. There was absolutely no denying it. Arthur didn't appreciate what he had.
Sitting on the edge of the bed next to her, Adam leaned over, cupping her cheek in his head as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, pulling back just enough that their foreheads touched as he traced his fingers down her neck and along her collarbone. "What do you like?" He asked, his voice a breath of a whisper. "I'll guide your hand when the time comes, Angie. But tell me what you like."