Page 28 of The Devoted Husband

That evening, the song for her shower concert was an unfamiliar tune, but the sound of her voice was entertaining, nonetheless. Sade couldn’t sing for shit, but she did so with a passion that he admired, and it always made him smile.

The longer he stared at her silhouette through the foggy shower door, the more aroused he became. He pulled his shaft out, stroking it until his seeds spilled onto the ground.

Before he could grab a hand towel and wipe it up, Sade said, “All right, I guess I’ve been in here long enough.”

Hours Later

When he was sure Sade was asleep, Atlas went back through the window.

For a while, he stared at her, amazed by her beauty.

A point came where he could no longer resist getting closer.

Where he could no longer resist her skin.

He stripped down to his boxers and gently climbed into bed with her.

She stirred slightly, causing him to still.

Atlas waited until her soft snores started back up, and then he wrapped his arm around her. His nose stroked her cheek before he kissed it. She squirmed slightly, muttering inaudibly in her sleep.

“It’s just me,” he whispered as the pads of his fingers slid down her arm.

“Dante?”

His head jerked as he looked down at her in the darkness. Ignoring her comment, Atlas pulled her closer.

“I love you. You’ll always be mine.”

Seconds passed before she was asleep again, and Atlas took full advantage—holding her until he was calm enough to sleep. Then he left and went to his home to sleep...alone.