Ethan's whisper was soft, but it carried a tone that brooked no argument. Lyla, still trembling from her recent climax, shuddered again at the warmth of his breath against her ear.
"I… what do you… what do you want me to do?"
Flustered, she buried her face in his chest, overwhelmed with a shyness she couldn't suppress. She understood exactly what he was asking, and her heart fluttered into a frantic rhythm.
Hearing no refusal in her voice, a wicked grin spread across Ethan's lips. Just as he remembered. Even back in the cabin, when she had been the one to push him down, she was the novice, and he had quickly taken the lead. And just like the 'Moonbeam' from his memories—the one who had stayed by his side in his previous life within Ethereal—she was like a kitten, eager to please and fulfill his every desire.
