Ariana's lips opened in disbelief, her hands instinctively moving to his chest—but why wasn't she pushing him away? That had been her intention. Yet somehow, it felt more like she was calling out to him in silence.
"Oh sweetheart, the gown you're wearing is making it far too easy for me. If I wanted to fu—"
His words were abruptly cut short as her hand flew to his mouth, silencing the rest of his sinful sentence. Zavren's body stilled, slightly caught off guard by his wife's bold move.
Her breathing began to slow as relief washed over her. At least she had stopped him—finally.
But then, she felt it. His tongue teasing the center of her palm.
Her eyes widened as she pulled away swiftly. Was this man truly serious? Did he really mean what he said—that they would do it in a moving carriage? How was that even normal?
Pervert.
