Having just stepped out of the shower, the man's body still carried the dampness of water and the crisp, cold scent of pine.
Ignatius Leclair had turned off the computer's glow, leaving the balcony shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by distant city lights and faint twilight.
Delphine was pinned beneath him, and before she could speak, the man captured her lips in a kiss. The computer clattered to the floor.
Their intimate entanglement quickly caused the temperature on the small balcony to rise.
"Do you like the pomegranates in the courtyard?" The man's voice was hoarse, his breath carrying a restrained intensity.
"Mm." She barely managed to hum a reply, trying to push him back with her hands. Though his demeanor exuded refinement and elegance, he was no different from a ravenous beast.
Ignatius murmured in a deep tone, "What are you touching?"
He didn't even bother carrying her into the bedroom, continuing his conquest on the dark, confined balcony.
