Primrose gasped quietly when his tongue traced the sensitive curve of her neck.
Her knees trembled beneath her, making her felt like she would fall any time.
"I didn't … I didn't mean to," she breathed out, her voice caught between a sigh and a moan.
Edmund's hands slid down her arms and traced her body, brushing over her curves until she squirmed slightly in response.
"You sat on my lap," he muttered, pressing his mouth to her neck and biting gently, just enough to leave a mark below her collarbone.
"And you kept licking those beautiful lips of yours right in front of me."
Primrose's eyes widened. She was just eating!
He had to be losing his mind, so desperate and needy that everything she did felt like temptation.
"No, you're wrong," she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I wasn't trying to tease you, but …"
She smiled, leaning in until her lips nearly touched his. "… but if you'd like, I can show you what it looks like when I do tease you."
