He moved lower, following the line of her collarbone. There he paused and closed his mouth more firmly over the soft skin. He then began sucking carefully until a mark began to form. Olivia's eyes opened again.
"Kraven… your father might see."
The protest was a mere whisper. Julian answered by making a second mark a short distance from the first, his tongue soothing the spot afterward. Olivia's breath hitched. A stronger moan rose and was only half swallowed. Her hand had moved from his chest to his shoulder, gripping rather than resisting.
He continued downward until his mouth brushed the upper swell of her breast where the robe had loosened. The heat of his breath against that more private skin made her entire body tense.
"Kraven… not here," she managed. Her voice was thicker now. "Your father might come at any time."
Julian lifted his head just enough to meet her eyes. His own were dark with intensity, yet his voice remained clam and steady.
