A full-body shiver ran through Celeste, and she sighed, leaning her weight back into mine. I snuck the tiniest smile before nipping at her ear, and she turned to press her lips against me. She didn’t pull away until she was breathless, her silver eyes bright and her skin hot. I could hear her pulse quickening.
I smoothed one hand down the length of her side until I found the hem of her dress, drawing my fingers underneath it.
“Fenris,” Celeste sighed, pushing her thighs together as she squirmed. “We shouldn’t. Not here.” The movement pressed her rear against my thickening c**k, and I groaned, taking a breath before I spoke.
“Why not?” I asked, stroking her thigh.
“We’re in front of a window,” she protested.
I stilled the hand on her thigh and moved my other one instead, slowly tracing
