Olivia stared up at the gilded ceiling of the carriage, her breath still uneven, her body humming with the pleasure and satisfaction of what had just taken place. The plush interior swayed gently with the motion of the wheels beneath them, but her world was already spinning from the fire Sienna-Rose had ignited within her.
Never in her life had she imagined making love, screaming in pleasure outside the house—let alone in broad daylight, within the confines of their moving carriage. And yet, here she was, heart racing, skin tingling, her mind replaying every electric second.
"I was never taught to… do that sort of thing. Not in broad daylight," Olivia murmured, her voice laced with bashfulness and disbelief.
Sienna-Rose let out a soft, sultry laugh, her fingers drifting lazily through Olivia's tousled hair. "My dear," she whispered, eyes gleaming with amusement and affection, "you really must start rewriting your own rules."
