He kissed her again, his hands roaming over her body with a possessive, desperate heat. He pushed her backward until she was pressed against the heavy oak table, his body caging her in.
Amaryllis gasped against his mouth, her hands clutching his messy silver hair. The sensation was electric, shocking in the quiet, dusty air of the library.
"Lucien," she breathed, breaking the kiss. "The door..."
"Locked," Lucien growled against her neck. He raised a hand, his amber eyes glowing with A-Rank mana.
"[Gravity Well: Silentium]."
A shimmering, transparent bubble expanded around them, sealing the back corner of the library in absolute silence.
"No one hears us," he whispered, lifting her effortlessly and sitting her on the edge of the table. He stepped between her knees, pressing close.
Amaryllis's heart hammered. This was improper. This was scandalous. This was exactly what a future Duchess shouldn't do.
