Charlie grinned as he caught the thread of her thought. His hands bunched in the softly woven petals of her dress. With a quick rip he tore it down the front, from throat to hem. Petals drifted to the floor, marking the air with their delicate scent.
Lily gasped, her eyes dilated with desire. “So strong,” she murmured, setting a hand on Charlie's chest, lust boiling in her belly. “A mighty warrior, come to claim me as spoils.
“Take me to your bed, my splendid man. Make me yours.”
In response Charlie's hands cupped her buttocks. With an easy motion he lifted her from her feet. In response, she curled her legs around his waist and her arms around his back. She laid tongue-wet kisses against his throat as he carried her to their bedroom.
Stooping slightly, he dropped her on the bed. In an
