"Tell me what you've missed, Liza", Julian whispered, his hand sliding from her face down to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her heart race. Liza arched her neck, her hands clutching her own thighs as she felt the dampness of her own arousal. "I missed the way you claim me", she sobbed out, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room. "I missed the way you make me beg. Please, Julian... I'm so empty. Fill the space you left."
He let out a dark, ragged laugh and moved behind her. She felt his heat at her back, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. He gathered her long hair in one hand, tugging gently until her head tilted back against his thigh. His other hand began a slow, agonizingly deliberate path down her spine, his fingertips dancing over the silk of her dress. Liza let out a long, shuddering moan, her hips rocking instinctively against the floor. "You're so responsive", he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "So loud for me. Have you been this loud for anyone else?" "No! Never", she cried out, her eyes rolling back as his hand finally reached the hem of her slip, sliding upward to find the heat he had created.