She held her breath in anticipation. While she recognized the darkening of her husband's eyes to usually mean desire, she'd also known him to look the same moments before he ripped an enemy's throat out with a spell. Up until the moment Antonin pressed his lips hard against hers, she wasn't certain if she would be the second dead witch in the bedroom or not. She exhaled as the kiss grew more heated. One sharp tug at the towel that she wore uncovered her nakedness. Antonin's hands running up and down her bare back and arse proved that at least for the immediate future he didn't have plans to end her life.