The doors closed with a resonant thud that seemed to echo the pounding of Elizabeth's heart.
She stood motionless for one heartbeat, letting the crimson robe fall completely to the floor in a soft scarlet pool at her feet. Naked, regal, glistening—her silver-blonde hair spilled over shoulders still flushed from jealousy and anticipation.
Her full breasts rose and fell rapidly, nipples already painfully hard, and between her thighs a steady trickle of her own arousal ran down the inside of one leg. She had been dripping since the first distant moan reached her chambers hours ago.
Aiden watched her with that slow, predatory smile that always made her knees weaken.
"You let them mark you," she said, voice low and dangerous, stepping closer until the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. "Their scent is all over your skin.
