"That's good to hear, Little Romeon. I hope my daughter wasn't in any trouble. Was she?"
The Duke's gentle voice, sounding more and more like warm spring waters, made Romeon shiver inwardly. His insistence on calling him Little Romeon had always left a bad taste in his mouth, and it had never changed even now. Yet his golden eyes glowed with fervor despite himself as he watched his bumbling self somehow mutter words that sounded alien to the man he had known himself to have become in these short few years.
"No, no... Rena has been as sweet as she could be, and I would never dream of complaining about her."
Even as sordid images of her ample curves, the feel of her small tongue against the back of his own, and the sweet scent of her body and sweat flashed within his mind, making him shift uncomfortably beneath the knowing gaze of the Duke.
