Seraphina shivered as Duke Everwyn's lips traced along her neck. She struggled to form words, the sensations overwhelming her.
"Say it," he murmured against her skin.
"N-no, Reuel…"
Her words were swallowed by his insistent kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, making coherent thought impossible.
"I didn't catch that."
"Reu…"
Again, his mouth claimed hers. She realized he was doing this deliberately. Frustrated, Seraphina pushed against his chest in protest.
"What's wrong?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"You have to let me talk," she retorted.
"I never said I'd make it easy."
His breath caressed her cheek as his other hand cupped her face. His touch was gentle but firm.
"My wife is so naïve."
Seraphina blushed deeply. His smile was both tender and teasing as he sucked her lower lip.
"If you still want to talk, go ahead. I won't stop you."
