Why did he go? What happened? Was he not satisfied with her? Did she smell off?
Those were the spicy thoughts that ran through the head of Cerys Sandor as she sensually sniffed her dress and her hand, reveling in her irresistible fragrance.
She tsked at the door, her voice dripping with seductive intrigue. "He is a mysterious vampire. Oh, so enigmatic."
With a mischievous sway in her hips, she walked away, ascending the stairs with a sultry confidence. Each step felt like a tantalizing tease, her hand caressing the bannister as if it were a lover's body. A playful smile danced upon her lips, matching the wicked thoughts that occupied her mind.
He had left her alone in his house. Did he trust her that much? Or perhaps he couldn't resist the allure of her captivating presence, leaving her to indulge in the forbidden secrets that lay hidden within his domain.
