"Don't do that," Alasdair warmed, his eyes still glued on the trail of juice starting from the side of her lips to her neck and downwards.

"What? Don't do what?" Poor Anna was confused as to what he meant and just at that time, she had to lick her lips, making Alasdair release a groan as his gaze turned predatory.

"Uh…what? Why are you staring at me that way?" She asked confusedly, licking her fingers, dipping each one into her mouth and slowly pulling out.

Cracking of bones could be heard and Alasdair was stopping himself from throwing her over his shoulder and taking her to his room.

"Don't do...