The candlelight burned low, dancing over Ewan's broad shoulders as he knelt before her. His dark eyes were locked onto hers, waiting.
Seraphina dragged her nails down his bare chest, feeling the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. "You're far too obedient," she mused, her voice low. "Should I reward you for that?"
Ewan exhaled a rough breath, his hands resting firm on her thighs, spreading her wider. "Let me taste you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Let me drown in you, my lady."
The sound of his voice which was deep sent a thrill through her spine. Her thighs clenched instinctively, but Ewan was already there, hands pushing them apart, claiming his place between them. He leaned in, warm breath fanning over her, teasing her, making her pulse quicken.
Seraphina didn't even need to do much as she watched him clean her chambers for a while before removing her clothes and sitting bare on her bed.