From the moment Rose walked into the dining room with a confused expression, Caius had only been thinking of one thing, and if it weren't bad table manners—not that Caius cared much about that—to invite her for dinner only to turn around and have his fill of her first, he would have sent all the servants out much earlier and taken her right by the door. It wouldn't be the first time, and he was thinking that he did like their door escapades.
Right now, she had him locked between her legs, and the way she moved her hips was enough to make him lose his sanity. Caius kissed her deeply, and Rose kissed him just as hard, tightening her grip around his waist.
Caius swore against her lips and placed a palm down on the table. Rose moaned, and Caius lost it; he broke the kiss, and Rose looked at him with a dazed expression—her eyes showed her desire.
