His touch always made her lose her focus. It was hard to keep up arguments in this relationship if they were within a foot or so of each other, it was a testament to how good Drystan was at making her feel like she was the most important person in the room, in the house, in the bloody country. If she wanted to keep her senses she had to stay out of arms' length when it came to her husband, but right now she was more than welcoming the soft caresses and not-so-subtle slips of his hand.
They were very good at slipping away for private rendezvous at these events, or even at smaller ones where it was noticeable that they were missing. If either of them lacked the poise and control that was needed for these kind of seductive adventures, things would all go to hell quickly. Bess had never had this innate need to be with someone at nearly all hours, all times of the day but she could not pull herself away from Drystan and only did when absolutely necessary and...it was very hard when her husband was, to put it simply, just as possessive as she was.
When she let out a breath, Bess was surprised that it was a shuddering one. She blinked slowly up at Drystan, knowing that she was always the first to lose her composure when it came to this kind of fun. She smiled, pushing close to him to mimic a slow dance, but putting pressure in all the necessary and telling places.
"Wouldn't want to go too far from the party," she said lowly. The excitement (or fear?) of getting caught always heightened the experience, and she was feeling a bit like causing trouble, especially when the Kestrels were involved in the evening.
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