Mirabella's Pov

My demands flood his eyes with desperation, causing the hazel orbs to darken. I don’t break his stare when I slowly slide off the bed on my feet and begin to slowly, seductively discard my dress.

I slide the sleeves down my shoulders and drag the stretchy, tight material down until it’s pooled around my ankles.

I reach for my bra next, smiling in mischief when my husband’s eyes tightens harder, a grunt escaping him.

The lacy bra falls to the ground. And I am left ...