Oh, how delightful her reaction. Aymeric felt a throb in his trousers.

"Well, I suppose that depends on which hunger you wish to feed first. Your stomach - "

He gently trailed his fingers down her abdomen -

"Or your nethers."

- until they just ghosted between her legs to run down her inner thigh.

He turned a bit sheepish as he added, "I must admit that as excited as I am to ravish you, I can't help but want to put this kitchen to the test..."

Aymeric was getting into a cooking groove. Please let him fill you wish delicious omelette before he fills you with anything else.