Why do humans tend to chase the forbidden? Scaramouche knows he shouldn't –they shouldn't– but how on Earth would he be able to keep his hands away from your body?

This attraction has been driving him insane. He wants you, he needs you. Scaramouche couldn't care less about their social status, he couldn't care less about the stupid rules and how he's “forbidden” from engaging in passionate nights or tender moments with you.

Nothing matters at this moment, not when he finally has you in his arms.

Scaramouche presses his lips against yours, muffling a sigh of relief as he moves slowly, gentle at first only to show his hunger midway. The kiss turns more passionate, more desperate as tongues intertwined with each other.

“You are going to be the death of me.” The husky murmur sends shivers down your spine, making you quiver underneath his firm body.

His teeth gently bites your bottom lip, pulling it to steal another moan from you. Scaramouche groans in response, now roaming his hands around your magnificent figure until he finds purchase in your hips. “So perfect…”