"I must say you've truly become quite the mysterious gentleman, my dear Luka. Perhaps that fierce, unrelenting desire to possess might also be aimed toward me in the near future?"
The soft tip of her tongue flicked along his cheek, leaving a moist heat after Vivienne's soft voice lingered in the air before she slowly withdrew her tongue. and tightened her around his neck, almost forcing Galatea to avert her eyes.
'This fiancée of mine is quite different from what I imagined.'
Luka glanced down at the woman clinging to his chest. Vivienne's arms remained wrapped around him as if she had no intention of releasing him, her cheek almost brushing against his cloak.
"Lady Vivienne."
"Vi-Vi."
"Is this the place to bother with that, Vivienne?"
"Oh my?"
She tilted her face upward, then leaned to the side, watching him with dark, glittering eyes.
"Then, where is the place I can bother you with these things?"
Her lips curved into a deeply childish grin.
