"Stop me," Lucien growled in his husky voice as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin, and he nuzzled the delicate bridge where her neck met her shoulder.
"Would you even listen if I did?" Leia asked in a low and breathless voice, trying to steady herself.
Lucien let out a faint murmur, "Maybe. Do you not desire it?"
She inhaled deeply, her pulse quickening. "It seems like you've been craving this. As for my desire, you don't know anything."
His lips curved into a faint smirk against her skin. "And what exactly are you trying to do?" he whispered, just before he extended his tongue and traced a slow, deliberate line along the curve of her neck.
A shiver ran through her, and a soft moan slipped from her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, betraying the way his touch was unraveling her resolve.
