"You're evil…" Elena gasped into his ear, her confident voice had turned into a shaky whisper as Lucius's hands kneaded her round ass with firm deliberate squeezes.
The pressure sent sparks up her spine and she could feel her skin tingling under his palms.
"Pure evil…"
"Ah, how am I evil?" Lucius murmured, his lips brushing her neck in a trail of soft kisses before he shifted to her ear, nibbling the lobe with gentle teeth.
His breath was hot against her skin, stirring the hair there… Ever since he started touching her, she was feeling very sensitive.
"After all, a mage general like you who has faced down beasts in several A or S rank dungeons and spilled blood in more battles than I can count… shouldn't flinch at a little horror, right?"
Elena moaned softly, her body betraying her with how sensitive it felt.
She was lightheaded… ever since he called her his good girl, she felt wet under there. Why were his words having such an effect on her?
