The moment those words left her lips, Luka's eyes slowly opened without any confusion as he placed his hands behind his head with a smile. He watched Galatea quietly. A focused hunger lurked in the depths of his crimson irises.
Her fingers froze around his swelling shaft, and the faint courage burning in her chest almost scattered. Yet before she could retreat, Luka's leg slipped from beneath the blanket and pushed between her thighs and sank into her crotch.
Shlick~
The slow shift of his leg rubbed along her wet crevice.
"My beloved little Galatea, is that what you came to tell me in the dark hours of the night?"
His raspy voice vibrated sensually but lacked his usual softness. The rough edge made Galatea's thighs press together, gripping his leg in place and trapping him beneath her as the heat between her legs pulsed wetly against his knee.
She swallowed the pleasure and snorted, forcing the hot air through her nose.
"Haa... Lord Luka... I came because I hate it."
