Lilian lay back, her legs still parted from before, breathing heavy. Corven stayed above her, one hand braced on the mattress, the other still resting on her hip.
Her camisole was bunched at her waist now. She hadn't bothered to pull it back up. Her breasts were fully exposed, nipples hard and flushed. She didn't try to cover herself. If anything, she was watching him—like she wasn't sure if he'd go for her throat or her thighs next.
Corven smirked a little. "You always kiss guys right after waking up in strange beds, or is this a vampire thing?"
Lilian raised an eyebrow. "You're at fault for being such a smooth talker."
"Technically, you could have resisted it."
"Technically, I'm your progeny, I'm far more susceptible."
He rolled his eyes, biting back a laugh. "Right. My bad."
