Kael's hand slid down Sophie's stomach as he continued working her breast with his mouth. Her abdominal muscles tensed beneath his palm — firm from the light body refinement she'd begun — and her breath hitched when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her dress.
"Kael..." Her voice was shaky. "The girls could come back—"
"They won't."
His fingers found her. She was already wet — and the heat that met his touch made him groan against her breast.
"Ahnn... wait..."
He didn't wait.
Two fingers slid inside her with ease, and Sophie's moan broke free — louder than before, rawer, the carefully constructed restraint of a noble wife dissolving under his touch. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his hand, chasing sensation she'd denied herself for weeks.
"You're soaking," Kael murmured against her skin. "Did you miss me that much? or is it my dick you miss?"
"Both," Sophie gasped. "Both, both aahhnn—"
