“Ahh! Ahh! Zane! Right there!!”
Lilith’s moan echoed through the small apartment, soft and breathless, mixing with the hum of morning light spilling through the curtains. The air smelled faintly of coffee, rain, and the salt of Ravenshore’s distant sea.
Zane’s muffled voice rose from somewhere under the blanket, licking his lips.
“This is my favorite breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes, tangled in the sheets, still writhing from the sensation. A tousled head of dark hair appeared, golden eyes gleaming with mischief. “You wound me, Rothwell. Truly.”
“Someone needs to keep your ego in check,” she said, pretending to shove him back.
He caught her wrist, grin widening. “Always so bossy.” He bit her n*pples playfully. She hissed at him.
Zane laughed, low and warm, the sound rumbling thro
