Elia laughed though the feeling of Thomas' lips on her collar set her stomach tighter and the desire knotted low inside her. The air felt too warm, too close. "Mmm, prancing? Truly? I had heard but I haven't seen. I think... you... should show me." Her hand slid along the edge of his lowered trousers until she touched his manhood. His skin was hot as fire and she leaned closer, willing him to burn her as she stroked him.
"What tricks would you show me, Thomas? Shall I be a good little river-girl for them?" Her voice was husky from desire but there was still amusement and challenge in her eyes.