C50 Mastering Self-control

Xavier rose to his feet, the lines of his body taut with control, as he wheeled Cathleen into their bedroom. As he stripped off his shirt, sharp light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across his bare chest. The swelling of his muscles made Cathleen's breath catch, and her cheeks burned with a flush that belied her composure.

"Wha-what are you doing?" She stammered