Chapter 536

• Proserpina
• As I worked the soap into a rich lather on my husband's thick, muscular arms, I knew he was watching me. Leaning back against the tub, his eyes, pale and steady, stayed on me, unwaveringly.
• Despite myself, I felt the warmth on my cheeks as I felt his gaze moving to my breasts which were bobbing in the water, the soft pale mounds just visible, as I scrubbed his chest. He reached out for me suddenly and I gasped, my hair in a messy bun at the top of my head as I looked at him, wide-eyed.