When Nicholas Croft's finger deliberately slid down Hannah Hargrave's exposed shoulder, just a light touch at the fingertips, Hannah let out a soft and alluring moan, her eyes gently closing, brows slightly furrowing, her flushed cheeks looking both intoxicated and wanton.
A slight mocking smile played at the corner of his lips as Nicholas Croft brushed away her hands clinging to his arm and then stood up.
"Nicholas, you..." The warmth entwining her arm vanished, and Hannah abruptly opened her eyes, looking up at the towering man, her tightly furrowed brows casting an appearance of grievance.
Croft's lip curled with a hint of wickedness as he spoke meaningfully, "Lie down on the bed first, I'll prepare something to increase the mood."
Hannah shyly bit her lip, "Alright,"
