Firefly Glen this love it is a distant star

Lorcan’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile, his eyes dark and heavy as he watched her. He had felt the shiver that ran through her at his touch, the way her body reacted before her mind could catch up. It was almost too easy, but that only made the game more tantalizing.

He stepped closer, his presence commanding, and for a moment, the air between them thickened with unspoken tension. With a deliberate, languid grace, he let his gaze trail up from the curve of her thigh to her flushed face. His voice, when he spoke, was as smooth as velvet, thick with a dangerous charm.

I suppose it’s only fair, he murmured, his breath warm against her ear, to offer a little of myself in return. He leaned in, his proximity impossible to ignore, each word drawing her deeper into his orbit. Lorcan, he introduced himself, his name a whisper that hung between them like a promise. And you, little dove? What shall I call you?

His gaze never wavered from her, the dark amusement still dancing in his eyes.