Without hesitation, Selene took him deeper, drawing in a shaky breath. The warmth of her breath against his cock sent shivers up his spine, his body responding intensely.
It was different.
But what stirred him most was her expression. Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him with a faint, dreamy smile, her eyes shining as if caught in a beautiful trance.
"Get up," Alistair said, helping her to her feet before guiding her forward.
Selene leaned against the sofa, glancing back at him shyly. Something in her gaze stirred a deep longing in him—innocence mixed with quiet desire.
Alistair moved closer, gently guiding her, his attention fully on her.
"Oh, Lord Alistair…"
Alistair's eyes darkened with lust as Selene boldly propositioned him, her words dripping with wanton need.
He could smell the sweet musk of her arousal perfuming the air, and it took every ounce of his legendary self-control not to simply take her right then and there.
