As the chariot began to move, the gentle vibrations ran through the plush seats, subtly rocking the enclosed space.
The soft hum of the wheels on the gravel road was almost hypnotic, but beyond the velvet-draped windows, not a single sound from within could be heard outside.
The world was shut out, leaving Lucian and Eloise entirely alone in the dimly lit, intimate cabin.
Lucian leaned back into the crimson velvet cushion, his crimson eyes never leaving Eloise.
The gentle swaying of the carriage added a rhythm to their silence, the tension between them was thick with lust.
He could see every slight movement she made, from the way her chest subtly rose and fell with each breath to how the low-cut gown clung to her curves, leaving little to his imagination.
Eloise sat across from him, her creamy legs crossed with grace, and the deep slit in her gown revealed the creamy, smooth skin of her thighs.
