Inside her mind, my influence twisted the question into something she couldn't easily dismiss. A quiet voice whispered:
'Yes… I think I have.'
Elizabeth's crimson lips parted slightly, but no words came out immediately. Her glacial silver eyes stared at me, cold as ever on the surface, yet something deeper was stirring, something that would soon make her body ache for the very son she had once kept at a distance.
The taboo territory was still far away, but the path was opening.
I sensed the faint tremor beneath, the way her breathing had grown just a fraction deeper, causing the thin black silk to stretch taut over the full swell of her breasts. The faint outline of her nipples pressed harder against the fabric, a silent betrayal of the heat I was feeding into her veins.
The wind howled around the pavilion, but between us, the air had grown thick with unspoken tension and the first fragile threads of her coming submission.
