Crow smirked in amusement at Penelope’s sheepishness, though he was careful to mask the expression from her by pressing another kiss to her neck. While it wasn’t necessarily seductive, he found her innocence to be charming in its own way. It was cute how she stammered when trying to play along with him. [i]She’ll get more comfortable over time,[/i] he thought, his smile widening when she tried again more successfully. This time, her breathy voice managed to send a shiver of excitement down his spine.

He pressed in to meet her lips, working to undo the fastening of her dress as he kissed her. Once he untied it, he slid the fabric off of her body and let it fall to the ground. His arms snaked around her back as he leaned into her even deeper. After a moment, he pulled back slightly to catch his breath, winking at her impishly, “Now, [i]show[/i] me that you want me.”

He moved to guide her hands to the hem of his tunic, permitting her to remove it for him rather than doing so himself. He took the liberty of taking off his own pants, and then met her lips again, slowly dragging her down to the ground with him, though he allowed her to be on top of him this time. Running his hands along her body, he leaned up to whisper in her ear, “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine.”