Liliana's POV
The plush rug on the floor suddenly became an erotic spot to initiate intimacy. There was desperation in Liliana's hands as she grasped Darick and pulled him against her body. She let her head drop back, revealing the creamy skin melting downward across her chest. The moonlight bounced off its smoothness, only casting shadows where her breasts lifted in anticipation of the feel of Darick's hands.
"This won't work. We should be in the bedroom with the tapestries. I can barely contain myself."
Wrapping her legs tight around his backside, Liliana arched up off the plush rug and reached out. Grabbing Darick's chest, she clasped his peaked nipple and pulled him to her mouth.
"Now. I want you now. You can do nothing to me that will hurt me."