She felt the strange flutter ripple in her abdomen.
What was he doing to her?
His lips barely touched hers yet she didn't want it to stop. If anything, she wanted to feel the full pressure of his mouth on hers, the warmth, the taste…
What was wrong with her?
He is the enemy, she reminded herself.
Then, he bit her lower lip teasingly. The intimacy of the gesture made her weak in the knees.
She had heard stories about the pleasures women often enjoyed… Was that what his teasing touches offered?
A moan escaped her before she could stifle it.
And he pulled away.
"How do you feel now?"
Her eyes pinned his, telling him more than her words could.
"Like a wanton woman."
Yeren's jaws tightened slightly but he said nothing.
He had control and she didn't - it was clear she was losing.
"I need more wine."
She pulled her hair behind her ears and looked down at the goblet, suddenly afraid of spilling it on him again.
Claire handed him the glass, averting her gaze.
