Damon stared down at her. His military discipline, his strict rules, and his cold heart completely and utterly failed him.
He was a healthy, fully grown man. He was standing inches away from his beautiful wife, watching her slowly untie her own dress in the dim candlelight, while she whispered his name.
Damon swallowed hard. The sound was loud in the quiet room. His throat felt like it was filled with dry sand.
His eyes, completely against his own strict will, dropped downward for a brief, highly dangerous second. He looked at the loosened blue silk ribbon resting against her chest.
At that exact same moment, his physical body reacted powerfully to her extreme closeness and her bold teasing.
Despite his best efforts to remain a cold, unfeeling statue, blood rushed quickly through his veins.
He and Camilla both noticed it at the exact same time.
