The Duchess moved her hand to grab at Sylas' member. The moment she felt the heat she had been thinking about, it felt as though a jolt ran through her entire body, and her movements became more eager, more vigorous—albeit clumsy in ways that were obvious to Sylas, but seemed to leave her in the dark.
Sylas didn't move, his eyes a bit clouded as he still seemed lost in thought.
The temptation was great.
It wasn't just about the Duchess' body, though… that was truly immaculate.
She wasn't carrying breasts the size of a man's head like Ansla was, and her hips weren't nearly so bulbous, but she was so well-proportioned, so delicate in all the right ways, so soft to the touch that she was no less enticing in her own ways.
No, she was far more perfect than Ansla in every way. There wasn't the slightest bit of asymmetry on her.
