If Verity hadn't been aroused before, Montague's feast on her body had certainly done her in. She moved in chills and sweet tension, biting her lip all the while, as his fingers explored her skin. She didn't watch his hands, she watched him watching his hands. His own lust was set ablaze in his eyes and knowing that it was for her only increased hers.
As his hands moved along her spine and his mouth moved toward her breast she lifted herself so that her weight was on her knees instead of her arse, arching her chest toward him slightly.
When he pushed her knickers down a ways as well, her breasts exposed, and he looked at her like that she could have shuddered without his touch.
There was no hiding the moan that she released feeling his large, warm hand over her breast. She fed on his lips hungrily needing him, more of him.