"Oh!" Ingrid exclaimed as Caym lifted her effortlessly. She let out a soft gasp as he pressed his lips to her neck, tenderly yet reverently worshiping her. His strong hands supported her with ease as he gently laid her down on the soft cushions of the sofa.
Positioning himself on top of her, Caym paused, his intense gaze locking with hers. Ingrid felt her cheeks flush with heat under his scrutiny, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she met his eyes.
Caym's chuckle broke the tension, his lips curling into a gentle smile. "I apologize, I got carried away," he said, his voice slightly strained.
"I... I don't mind," Ingrid murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caym's smile widened at her words, his eyes softening with affection as he leaned down to briefly brush his lips against hers. "You're too kind, my dear," he whispered.
