After the formalities were exchanged, Esme was quick to extricate herself from the gathering, citing illness as her excuse. She hastily returned to the sanctuary of her chamber to make a plan on how to get herself from the engagement without jeopardizing her own life or Finnian's.
In stark contrast, Lennox had slipped away to his private chambers, where he was currently indulging in a passionate tryst with the ravishing blonde. Their lips devoured each other, their kisses fierce and unrelenting, like ravenous wolves feasting on their prey.
His hands roamed over her body with impatient urgency, working to free her from the constraints of her bodice, while the other hand cupped her breast through the delicate lace, squeezing it. It sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her veins, and she let out a soft moan, her body responding to the tantalizing sensation.
She finally withdrew with a husky laugh, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
