Chapter 66

Rhye kissed Livia passionately, driving her to distraction. Their tongues danced together as easily as they had spared earlier, fighting for control and dominance, yielding and playing and taking, savouring the moment.

Every stroke turned her into liquid fire.

Dragging her up the hard line of his body, Rhye broke their kiss to trail his mouth along the column of her throat. His beard tickled her skin with every graze.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of you since I last had the honour of touching you, little witch?”

A delicious shiver caressed its way along Livia’s spine from the need in Rhye’s hoarse voice. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples hardened to points.

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she admitted.

“Have you?” Intrigue filled his baritone voice. “Have you touched yourself, Livia, since what happened in the pub? Have you thought about me while you came around your fingers?”

Livia could barely believe he’d been audacious enough to ask