Taken too much

"You have nothing to be afraid of, my love. Nothing will happen to me. I am not that weak," she whispered as she leaned down and tenderly pressed her lips against his shoulder blade and then continued to stroke his hair.

Her tenderness and the endearment she used were almost his undoing. "Please, Aveline. Stop me and go away..." he begged her at the same time he licked the cut on her neck that was bleeding again. He hoped, for her own sake, not his, that she would stop him now, but instead of stopping him, his wife gave him more access to her neck as she hugged him to her body even more. There was something about her that always awakened something in him, and just like always, she awakened the deep hunger in him with her encouraging strokes on his hair and back.