Eternally Marked by a Beast

"What were you thinking leaving the banquet on your own like this? Could it be you were trying to lead me astray on purpose?" Iorwerth whispered teasingly in Ercilia's ear. 

He bites back a laugh when he feels her stiffen beneath him. The sharpness of her word has always heated him through the core, churning liquid desire in his gut. It gets worse by the swell of her back aligning with his hips as she writhes in an attempt to break free.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Ercilia gasped, and Iorwerth smirked.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. What's important is that I have you now."