His Redemption
He stood up, taking the wine from her, his gaze never leaving hers.
"Take off your mask, Seduce. Let me see the hidden damsel in there," Liam mouthed, his voice low. She chuckled, her hands moving to caress his chest. "Patience, Mr. Wilder," she whispered. His hand found its way to her dress, undoing it to the point where the fabric barely hung on. Her breath hitched, and her grip tightened on the thick bedsheets.
"I can't wait, Seduce," he returned in the same thick whisper.