*Horace*
I send my valet off to bed and then put on my robe to cross the corridor to Rapunzel’s room. But I pause, my hand resting on the door. I’m already so aroused that it feels like heat is rising from my very skin.
I can’t go to her like this, like an animal. Crazed with lust, intoxicated at the mere thought of her. I retreat into the bathroom and close my hand around myself. A few moments later, I pull my robe back on. My breath is still caught in my chest; I’m still hungry, but I have greater control now.
When I close the door behind me, I find Rapunzel sleeping, her face buried in her arms, rumpled hair spilling over the pillows. The room is dark except for a slender ray of moonlight that steals through the heavy drapes and plays over my wife’s tresses, turning them pale gold,
