Eleanor looked at him with a mixture of teasing and defiance in her eyes, still sitting sideways on his lap, her hands firm on his shoulders. The previous slap still echoed on her skin, leaving a warm blush beneath the thin fabric of her red lingerie. She bit her lower lip slowly, a dangerous smile forming.
"Enough talk, darling," she whispered, her voice laden with a lustful promise. "It's time for action."
Before Kael could respond, she leaned in and captured his lips with an intensity that left no room for hesitation. Her fingers dug into his dark hair, pulling him closer as her mouth worked against his with a familiarity that spanned centuries. It was a kiss that didn't ask permission, that claimed, that remembered.
