Scarlett couldn’t help it. A low moan escaped her as she tilted her head back against the window behind her, giving him better access to her neck. He chuckled darkly in approval, and the sound skittered along her bones. He kissed and licked down her throat, down to her collarbone. Lower. And then he stopped. Scarlett whimpered in protest. Sorin braced a hand beside her head against the window as he brought his face close to hers, running his nose down the length of her own. “Such new sounds from you, Princess,” he teased.
