Instead of responding, Ophelia shyly slid her palm over his hand that gripped the seat near her thigh. At her touch, she felt his knuckles tighten harshly. He groaned and bent his head. The sound was primal, filled with desires that shouldn't be indulged in a carriage.
"You make me crazy." Killorn bent and kissed her forehead.
Killorn placed a knee in between her thighs, whilst placing one foot firmly on the carriage floor, and then, grabbed her waist. Yanking her closer, he pursued his mouth down her jaw and towards her delectable neck.
"M-my lord…" Ophelia was frightened when she saw the window on the door.
Killorn's silhouette was large and took up the entire window frame, but the people outside would know. They'd hear her. And she was more than mortified.
"Just a taste, Ophelia." Killorn squeezed her hips. He continued his wet and hot trail to her jugular where he felt her swallow.
"B-but y-your men…"
