**Wildfire—Audiomachine**
He made to kiss her again, but she pulled back, panting hard. While she had no qualms being lip-locked with him in for forever, business came first.
"I was taught a man's eyes is the gate to his soul," she said, struggling to steady her harsh breathing, while she stared intently at his eyes, "but I do understand that more often than not, it's expected of a noblewoman to lower her eyes before a nobleman. I myself like holding a man's eyes—the longer the stare the more I gain the upper hand. But do you think I should do so with the Duke Heir of Shantaville?"
Khaos scoffed in silent astonishment like he couldn't believe the abrupt change, then he straightened, a confident smirk gracing his lips.
"Holding a man's eyes doesn't necessarily guarantee you gain the upper hand." He said, his fingers caressing the flesh of her exposed arm.
The gesture was sensual, heightened by the darkness that was tightening against them.
