With skillfull fingers, he gathered the fabric of her dress and pushed it upward.
Then suddenly, his cool hand rested against her exposed thigh.
Almost instantly, the second followed.
His hands spread across her hips and pulled her trembling body tightly against the hard pulse of his arousal.
The sensations nearly pushed Mirabelle's mind into overload.
Her head fell back against the wall as a helpless sound escaped her lips.
Goosebumps spread along the fox beast's arms as he looked down at her.
Her sideways tilted ears.
Her eyes half-lidded, tears of pleasure clinging to the corners.
Her flushed face.
Her swollen red lips.
The way her breasts rose and fell against him with every uneven breath while a fine sheen of sweat glimmered across her skin.
Lucien had never seen anything so unbearably tempting.
So desirable.
He swallowed hard.
