To outsiders, he always wears a cold expression and has a sharp gaze. But then?
"Young master, young master, this is terrible! The young madam is refusing to eat!"
"Oh, she's refusing to eat?"
He went to her room and gazed tenderly at her pretty little face, then pulled her into his warm embrace. "Why are you throwing a tantrum again? You know you have to eat, right?" His slow, sensual voice whispered against her earlobe. "Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me! I said I'm not eating, and I'm not! Hmph!" She turned her head away haughtily, refusing to look at him.
He swept her up, laid her on the bed, and pinned her beneath him. Without a word, he pressed his sensual lips to her sweet little mouth...
Sharp writing style, sharp author!