Chapter 42
His lips brushed against hers at first, testing, tentative. A low moan escaped Alycia's throat, and that was all it took. His hands found her waist, he drew her closer to him, crashing his lips fiercely against hers.
Alycia didn't bother resisting. They melted into each other, simply kissing without a single care, safe in the knowledge that no one could see them within the four walls of the carriage....
Rowen's tongue was relentless, and so was Alycia's. It felt like he had been starving for her-- for so long.
Her hand drifted to his lap, fingers pressing against the hard length of his c**k, beneath his trousers.
Rowen growled, cupping his hand over hers, and squeezing softly.
She pulled away, "Unbutton your trousers." She ordered.
Rowen raised a brow, and a smirk curled
