I stepped closer, lifting my face to his as I applied a caress to a specific and wholly enthralling portion of his anatomy to assess its readiness. “Veronica!” He grasped my wrists, putting me firmly away. “This is hardly the time or place,” he began. I moved forward again, pressing my hips to his. “That is rather the point,” I murmured. “We will be discovered,” he protested. “Will we?” I breathed, trailing a kiss from his earlobe down his neck. “How very dangerous.” “Veronica.” This time it was a groan and he did not push me aside. Instead he buried his hands in my hair, kissing me as
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Whew...fire! Also....haha...Stoker's delicate sensibilities.
