*Mature Content Ahead*
Rosalind breathed heavily as Rowan's hands slid beneath the hem of her gown and lifted it with deliberate care. He then crouched between her legs, his hands steadying her in place while his gaze stayed locked on hers. His fingers traced lazy lines along her ankles, climbed to her calves, then drifted higher to her thighs before he drew back again, as if teasing her.
Her cheeks were already warm, her skin buzzing with anticipation, and her lips parted slightly when he brought one of her legs to his mouth.
He kissed from her ankle upward slowly enough to make her feel every second, his tongue leaving a damp, lingering trail that had her fighting not to squirm.
Her fingers tightened around the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as her heart stumbled in her chest. He neared her thighs, inching closer with deliberate patience, and her legs started to tense on instinct, but he held them apart without force while his hot tongue skimmed across her skin.
