Raven's low voice reverberated through the room, his fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of her dress.
"Really, no?" he murmured.
Seraphina's lips clamped shut, her face hidden behind a veil of silver hair, burning red beneath.
He sought her eyes, the thought of them making his heart flutter. Tilting her chin, he kissed her deeply.
As her dress slipped down, revealing a delicate bustier, his lips traced her neck and shoulders, savoring the softness of her curves.
"It's your last chance," he whispered.
Seraphina remained silent, her mind swirling with confusion and desire.
"Shall we not do it, my wife?" he asked.
She couldn't believe she was allowing him to heat her this way. There was no crueler mercy than this. His hands continued their exploration, refusing to let the heat dissipate.
'…This is so painful,' she thought, feeling her resolve weaken.
