Her right hand reached out to grasp Anne's slender neck. Not to do anything that would hurt. What for? Instead, she used the hand as a kind of grip. Her lips, which had just finished saying most of the words that represented her, she used to kiss the deepest part of the neck. Fragrant. The surface there was so soft. And very challenging, like a painting canvas.

Anne's laughter sounded melodious this time. "Is that right?" Not wanting Eland to continue her efforts, she pushed the man's body ...