[Armon’s POV]
Moyra doesn’t attempt to stop me as my mouth makes its way to her hips. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I gently spread her legs wider so that I could have all the room I needed to take what was mine. Too many times I had been interrupted and insisted that it wouldn't happen again, but since it seemed destined, who was I to deny destiny?
"Now is the time to stop me." I warned, meeting her desire-filled gaze. "Once I start, I don’t intend to stop."
Growing quiet, I wait to see what she will say. Despite myself, I find that I fear her rejection but try to ignore it.
"I’m not stopping you." Moyra responded breathlessly. "Do what you want."
Fuck, that sounded so sexy, and who was I to deny her request?
"Don’t regret it."