Silver didn't even care about her mockery. He swallowed hard, his gaze locking onto her bare chest. This time, without any rules, barriers, or fabric between them, he clamped his large, calloused hands around her breasts, roughly squeezing the soft, heavy flesh until it overflowed between his fingers.
"They are... they are truly magnificent, my Queen," he stammered, his breath hitching as he stared down at them. "So beautiful... and so full."
"Silver, do not squeeze so hard," Evangeline warned, her voice catching as a heavy, throbbing heat began to coil deep within her core. "And stop playing with my nipples like that..."
But her words lacked any real authority. The phantom fire of his fingers was already spreading through her veins, dragging the sovereign Queen deeper into his lawless abyss as his thumbs flicked roughly over her hardening peaks.
