The Serpent’s Fang and the Velvet Coil (3)

Alicia's breathless, trembling moans grew louder, her silver-gray eyes locked on them, her slender, trembling body shuddering, her fingers moving with wild, desperate urgency.

Lyan's storm-gray eyes lingered on Josephine, who stood watching with a wild, mischievous smile, her fingers slowly slipping free from beneath her skirt, glistening with her own heated desire. Her fiery red hair framed her sharp, freckled face, her emerald eyes gleaming with a knowing, hungry intensity. As the Madam of the House of Roses, a legendary courtesan and a former Mythril-ranked mercenary of Arkansas, she was a woman who knew the world and all its desires. And yet, here she was, eyes locked on him, a faint blush touching her cheeks.

"Come, let's start from you, Jose," Lyan's voice was a low, commanding rumble, and it sent a thrilling shiver down her spine.