Chapter 127

Elsie didn’t have much patience left for coaxing. Three words were her limit: “Why don’t you just chain me up?” “Got one right here.” William hooked a finger under the crystal chain draped on her back. That delicate chain was attached to the collar around her neck. With the slightest tug, her head tilted back, exposing her smooth, pale neck like a porcelain swan. His lips landed gently on that fragile spot, cool and lingering. He kissed her there, slow and deliberate, voice full of amusement. “Interesting... Who picked the dress for you?” It was clearly a beautiful piece — not something meant for his entertainment. Her neck was sensitive, and the breath from his words stirred a rush of goosebumps across her skin. “My aunt picked it.” Margaret had stunning looks back in her day and a sharp eye for style. The dress highlighted Elsie’s figure perfectly, ethereal but with just enough allure — no wonder William was completely hooked. “It suits you,” he murmured, kissing slowly along her jaw