Elizabeth kept her gaze fixed on Damon, the corners of her lips curved in a smile that was pure provocation. Her fingers played with the knot of her robe, slowly twisting it.
"Did you get hungry after all that serious talk?" she asked, her voice a tone lower, laden with intent.
The fabric gave way. The robe slid from her shoulders like water, revealing every inch of her pale, flawless skin in the soft light. She didn't move to cover herself, only arched her back slightly, accentuating the curve of her breasts.
Damon laughed, a deep, genuinely amused sound that came from his chest. His eyes traveled over her body slowly, appreciating it.
"Hungry is a modest term," he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It seems more like you brought the feast to my room."
