Adonis rose from the couch, his movements slow and deliberate. The playful banter had taken a decidedly sensual turn, and the air thrummed with unspoken desires. Rosy watched him, her breath catching in her throat as his gaze swept over her, a silent promise lingering in his dark eyes.
He stopped behind the couch, his hand reaching out to brush a stray curl from her cheek. His touch sent a jolt through her, igniting a fire that danced beneath her skin.
"Very well, your majesty," he said, his voice a husky murmur that sent shivers down her spine. "Lead the way to my royal massage chamber."
Rosy couldn't help but let out a breathless laugh, the sound tinkling like wind chimes in the storm-filled night. She stood up, her legs suddenly shaky under his intense gaze.
"This way, your highness," she replied, her voice barely a whisper.
