He lowered his massive frame and pressed his lips to her knee, where her skin was especially sensitive, sending a thrill to her intimate regions. In the dimly lit carriage, his ruby-red eyes glimmered with desire. He stared at her unblinking, his tongue flicking out to taste her.
Her breath caught in her throat, the primal desire stirring something deep within her and making her inner walls ache with a desperate need.
“What would you like me to do, Liliette?” he whispered. “Tell me how I can please you.”
His broad hand glided up her slender calf, stopping just short of her thigh, waiting for her permission to go further. He tilted his head, his lips brushing the outside of her knee as he looked up at her. He seemed ready to lick, suck, or kiss any part of her she desired.
Liliette’s chest rose and fell as she drew uneven breaths. She had always been the one to submit, to lay herself bare before him, yet now he was the one lowering himself for her—willingly and joyfully.
