Liona's POV
His warm mouth found my breast again when the sudden knock came.
It started soft at first, a faint tapping against the thick oak wood of our bedchamber door. Then, whoever was standing in the corridor knocked much harder.
Aethryx paused, his wet tongue circling my sensitive nipple one last time before he lifted his head just enough to listen to the sound.
My fingers remained tightly wrapped around his dragon horns, feeling the pulse beneath my palm like a second, frantic heartbeat.
"Go get the door," I whispered, my breathing still uneven and shallow. "We can just continue this later."
Aethryx shook his head without moving his body away from mine.
"Whomever it is will eventually give up and leave. We can just keep going."
Another impatient knock echoed through the quiet room.
I pressed my free palm firmly against his broad, muscular shoulder, giving him a gentle push. "Just go check it. Please, Aethryx."
