53. The Trap (2)

“Bare your shoulders to me Muse,” he murmured, trailing the marks of her dragon with his fingers.

He kissed her neck coaxingly, teasingly, taking her hands and trailing them across the fastenings of her dress.

“Do it,” his voice was barely above a whisper, strangely compelling and just as seducing.

Kaelia’s blood and nerves sang with unrestrained lust. No moonlight had touched her but the symptoms