"Contrary, if you desire it, you may take a seat beside me. Better yet, perch upon my lap," the Lunar Goddess purred with a seductive flourish.
In one bold gulp, Damien drained his cup, left it on the table, and elegantly approached her. Without inhibition, he drew closer to her, inhaling deeply three times, savoring the intoxicating fragrance that enveloped her. Opening his eyes, he exhaled gently over her face. Instead of simply taking a seat on her lap, he astounded her by gracefully scooping her up. His left arm encircled her waist while his right cradled her legs, lifting her high above her expectations. He settled into a plush rocking chair, allowing her to rest on his lap sideways. A surprised "Ahh!" escaped her lips.
"What's with that expression? I thought you had given the green light," Damien whispered sensually into her ear. "Or is it because I didn't choose to sit on your lap? Forgive my unconventional nature; I find this arrangement more to my liking."
