He cut a fine figure in his black breeches and waistcoat, with his snowy cravat knotted above the stiff collar. His black hair had been trimmed, and he appeared to have been freshly shaved.
Lia felt his stare as it caressed her form. She found herself rooted to the step, unable to move as Ren came toward her, reaching for her arm. Though his proud bearing and noble manners appealed to her, his handsome looks made him physically desirable from the first moment she saw him. But more than that, this man’s mere presence aroused her. When he touched her, small tremors coursed through her body. Her knees buckled as his lips brushed a kiss on her bare neck. Detecting her weakness, her husband wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her off the last steps to set her on the floor.
“Come, wife,”
