Merlin listened to her, dropping a kiss to the top of her shoulder as he set his glass down. “Beautiful. Keep going,” he said, placing his hands on her hip, sliding them up over her waist and then down her front to pull her back against him so he could kiss the side of her neck. Reaching down, he started to tug the bottom of her skirt up her thighs, revealing the tops of her stockings. “Oh lovely, are you wearing purple? You do please me.”
“I thought you’d like that,” Luna agreed, letting him tilt her head, letting him manipulate her however he wanted. There was a pleasure in being manhandled by Merlin. She never felt unsafe around him, no matter what strange thing they were indulging in.
She realised that he probably did want her to continue reading and so she did, her voice unintentionally turning a little more sultry under his attentions.
He kept going, his fingernails lightly dragging on her skin as the skirt came up to her hips. He stopped there, and moved instead to unbuttoning the front of her shirt, although he didn’t untuck or remove it. He wanted to see the pretty light purple of her bra under the skull shirt. He grazed his fingertips over the sheer lace fabric, keeping on kissing the side of her neck as he pinched her nipples. “I’m going to see if you can get to the end,” he murmured into her ear, keeping one hand on her breast, and the other moving down to cup her between her legs, his middle finger stroking lightly over the gusset of her knickers.