"My Queen," Silver whispered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against the sensitive skin of her ear that sent a fresh wave of goosebumps down her neck. "Could you... lie down on the bed instead of here?"
Evangeline tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes narrowing into a dangerous, feline gaze. "Why?"
A low, amused chuckle rumbled in his throat, his breath hot against her cheek. "Do I really have to answer that question, my lady?"
"Slightly, yes," she countered, her voice retaining its demanding, sovereign edge despite the heavy warmth pooling in her lower stomach.
"I want to taste certain places on you, my Queen," Silver murmured smoothly, his fingers tightening against her bare thigh with a sudden, possessive intent. "And the tasting... is much better when you are lying down."
