As if he didn't matter at all.
And Julian?
He exhaled deeply, satisfaction dripping from every movement as he finally stepped back from the kneeling pair.
They looked up at him, breathless, their bodies trembling with heat and need. He ran a hand through his hair, his cock still glistening with their adoration.
Without a word, he climbed onto the bed—slow, deliberate, as if he owned the world. He lay back, muscles flexing as he settled himself comfortably in the bed.
With one hand resting behind his head, he gestured with another.
"Come here, Lady Shayla." His voice was calm yet commanding.
Shayla rose to her feet slowly, every movement soaked in sensual allure. Her thighs gleamed with her desire, her breath quickening with the thoughts of what was about to come.
She didn't look at the Marquis. She didn't have to. His gaze was burning into her back, full of awe, admiration… and hunger.
Climbing onto the bed, she crawled up between Julian's legs like a proper offering.
