"Mmm…" Brigid let out a muffled sound as Cassian buried his face against her neck, his lips trailing up toward her ear. She bit down on her lip, struggling to hold back the noises trying to escape.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked between shaky breaths, her voice laced with both mockery and curiosity. Sitting snugly on his lap, she felt his hands firmly kneading the curve of her rear. From the confidence in his touch, it was clear he wasn't inexperienced. Yet her own expression—tight with restraint as she fought to hold back her moans—made her look far more like the one untouched. "Sucking on my neck like this—do you really think that counts as sex?"
Cassian chuckled against her skin, not entirely sure why she was provoking him but amused nonetheless. "Maybe not the main part," he murmured, lips never leaving her neck, "but it is part of it. Besides… how could I not admire you first? It's a gentleman's duty to let a lady know—through his mouth—just how beautiful she and her body are."
