"Irina, please… lovely Irina, forgive me," it was the first time Keno had seen the angered face of the red-haired woman that had stolen his heart. "I won't do it again, I swear."
"That…"
He had never done the shameless act to kneel before anyone, not even when he was a slave. Many beatings and whippings were his rewards for such brazenness, but now… the young red-haired woman before him was looking far more concerned than angry.
"Please, Irina," he looked at her from below, and she had to move her head to the side to evade those beautiful eyes.
"Stop it," she blushed.