Desperate

Elize let out a breath and then allowed herself to look lower, beneath the surface of water. And there it was—his impressive length, looking so hard even under the soft ripples of water that surrounded it. He wanted her—shamelessly so. Elize forced herself to look up and she swallowed saliva down when she saw the coiled muscles of his chest, of his shoulders and those corded ones of his neck. Her breath quickened. 

There were bruises all over his body but they were stitching back on their own. "I hope Vaden gets more pain than what he inflicted on you," she said as her eyes met his. 

He cocked his head to the left. "Do you mean that?" 

"Of course!" she breathed out. "And then some more. I wish I could inflict pain on him or on Edyrm!" 

"Ah! My beautiful, incredible and violent wife." he smiled.

She jutted her chin high and said, "Maybe I have become violent in your company."