"Don't get so close."
Out of character, Margaret actually backed away a little from Lann's side.
But before the Demon Hunter could even be surprised that this esteemed Headmistress had finally made some progress and was no longer an embodiment of unrestrained debauchery, he caught sight of Margaret's eyes again.
There was fire burning in those eyes.
The searing fire of lust.
Feelings and desire are all mashed into one sticky paste between a healthy man and woman; once mixed, there's just no separating them.
"You look like you're about to devour me." Lann didn't shy away from the blazing desire in her gaze, just smiled low and teased. "But it seems you've at least learned to hold back?"
"There was no 'holding back' in the original plan."
Margaret's beautiful brows lifted slightly, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.
She tipped back her neck, that long, tender white throat like a swan's; her scarlet lips came close to Lann's ear, breathing out sultry warmth and whispers.
