“Because if you keep touching me, I’ll give in. I won’t risk your well-being.” Violet ran a hand down her chest, a pretend pout playing on her lips. “My well-being is declining as we speak.” Her hand continued its descent to grab the hem of her nightgown. He crossed the room in record speed and caught her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare, princess.” Got him. “Or what, prince?”
