Vincent's body tensed slightly at her touch. He caught her wandering fingers and pulled her into his arms, rolling over to pin her gently beneath him.
His fingers lifted her chin, and he let out a soft huff.
"I don't believe you. You little liar."
He knew she was coaxing him. And yet, even as he said it, there was a quiet satisfaction in his heart. Because his Rory was willing to coax him.
"Who's coaxing you?" Rory shot back. "I really do think you look good in this."
…In a very particular way.
"Really?" Vincent still sounded unconvinced.
"Really." She nodded seriously.
Vincent studied her for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
Lowering his head, he brushed his lips lightly against her ear, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"If you think it looks good… then tonight, I'll let you take your time appreciating it."
Night deepened, dark as ink, while moonlight spilled softly through the room.
Black silk against pale skin, shadows and light intertwining…
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