This way, one last time (part 2)

Egon ran his hands down Adela's thighs, tugging on her leggings, pulling them down past her knees and then completely out of the way.

In an instant, she lay fully exposed to the predatorial gaze of her husband.

"The sensation of you," he murmured, the back of his hand brushing over the inner part of her legs repeatedly. "How can I not live when you wish it, and die when you command it?"

He must have done something that aggravated his scars because he winced. He then adjusted his weight, and her hands instinctively shot up to press against the unbandaged parts of his shoulders, all while considering whether this level of intimacy might be too much for her ailing husband at this moment. 

Another kind of pain flickered behind his eyes, and she had an intuition that she had dealt a blow to his ego that he didn't appreciate. To rectify this, she intertwined her fingers around his neck instead.