Laughter rang out, vibrating through the chest, so low and magnetic that even through the gauze-like, large shirt Titus Zane could feel the tremors.
A tickle around the ear, as Nathan Moore's tongue swept over it, followed by an ambiguous chuckle that burrowed into the eardrum, "Darling, so impatient,"
Titus Zane...
Her face turned crimson in an instant, and after these days together... that action was just an instinctive reaction. Just as she was about to pull back, Nathan Moore caught hold of one of her ankles.
His raised eyebrows bore a teasing air, "It's rare for darling to be so proactive, even if I'm exhausted to death, I must satisfy you, right?"
"Nathan Moore, stop it!" Even though Nathan Moore always liked to make bedchamber talk, Titus Zane was still not quite used to it, after all, she was too shy and not comfortable with it.
