Ploddingly Frey's hand fell into the container, he fetched another one of the brown balls all the while he stared at her. Her stormy blue eyes were flickering more grey with the want. He could smell her wetness, moreover there was nothing stopping him from touching her.
Goddess help him.
He fed her the chocolate-his fingers traced her lips on their own accord. She made a small voice from the back of her throat. Shit. Frey's hand closed around her neck as he pulled her closer, he nuzzled his face in her neck-sniffing her excruciatingly intricate scent.
"When I finally fuck you, we aren't getting out of the that goddamn chamber for atleast two days." He growled in her hair. She sucked in a breath at his admission. Trying to distract himself from her Frey took a hold of her hands and raised them above her head.
Not making it more sensual than it already was, he donned her in the feathery dress. The dress was gorgeous but not bold. He quite liked it.
