Without saying a word, Edmund immediately took off his shirt—wait, no! he didn't just take it off, he ripped it apart!
Primrose held her breath, her eyes widening as the shredded fabric fell away, finally revealing his bare torso in all its glory.
She had always known her husband was a training monster because he never skipped a single day of combat practice, not even once.
However, it had never crossed her mind that his body would look like a masterpiece—broad shoulders, a well-defined chest, and a stomach sculpted with hard muscle.
Primrose swallowed hard, feeling herself grow even wetter, aroused beyond reason just from looking at him.
But what about down there?
What was hiding beneath his pants?
As Edmund pushed them down, her gaze followed instinctively, trailing lower, lower, until she saw it.
She held her breath and her body stiffened within seconds. Her eyes went impossibly wide.
If she had been holding anything, it would have crashed to the floor.
