Elowen's one hand moved to his hair. She ran a hand in them, enjoying the feel of his velvety hair on her skin and his warm skin beneath it.
His eyes darkened when she held his hair tightly in her grip and swirled the glass in her other hands.
She met his eyes and he saw the glow in them, the promise they held and felt his throat parching.
She seductively moved the glass of wine closer to her lips and took a sip of it. But the liquid stayed in her mouth. And she moved closer, covering the distance of an inch between them.
He opened his lips readily when she leaned, accepting everything she could offer.
he took a big gulp of wine from her mouth. The taste was far different than he could remember. The wine had never tasted this sweet and warm. And her soft and supple lips. He remembered them distantly and wanted to taste them again, but before he could, she moved away surprising him.
