Warm fingers brushed the apples of her cheeks; the pearls still dangling from his hands as Victor delicately cupped her face. His eyes were searching hers, a silent question she was too afraid to answer. If the words were spoken out loud, it would shatter what little privacy they had.
“We will take this slow,” he said against the corner of her mouth as he brought her head forward to meet his.
Etiquette said she wasn’t to speak unless asked a question. Deep down, she didn’t want to disappoint him. She wanted to make him happy. Wanted him to be proud of her. Nerina wanted to show him that with her, he could have it all. She was willing to offer him that, and maybe a little bit more if only she knew it would last.
But it wouldn’t.
This was a simple demonstration to wet her toes, possibly
