Her body molded into his as if she belonged nowhere else.
When they finally pulled apart, Sephira licked her lips, savoring the taste of him before her gaze darkened with mischief.
Slowly, deliberately, she shifted, turning in his lap and straddling him. The soft folds of her gown gathered around her thighs as she rested her hands on his chest, her hips settling against him.
"I hear our sweet empress is with child… I hope you don't plan to let me fall that far behind her."
Arkanos chuckled, his hands instinctively finding their place on her hips, his fingers pressing into the soft curves beneath the silk of her gown.
"Oh dear," he mused, his smirk widening. "Don't tell me you wish to be made a mess of inside the cart. What would the coachman think?"
Sephira let out a delighted laugh, her green eyes gleaming in the dim lantern light. She trailed her fingers along the collar of his shirt, tugging playfully as she leaned in close, her lips barely brushing his ear.
