Proving once again that he was still in the prime of his life thanks to his wizarding genes, her husband lifted her off the sofa. Carrying her in his arms, she gasped when he laid her across the top of the kitchen table steps away. A simple non-verbal spell divested her completely of every stitch of clothing she had on. He stared down at her hungrily, a predator about to devour its prey. The dark desire in his eyes excited her, covering every centimeter of her bare flesh in goosebumps. Practically ripping his own clothes off, he was close to the edge of losing control. She never could get enough of her husband when he was in that animalistic, primal state. Even when they hated each other she looked forward to those moments. She wouldn't have denied him for anything.