Unseen

"You have the most beautiful body, Plaything." Lucien's voice was a deep purr. As he lifted my breasts. Testing their weight and molding their shape.

Despite myself, I felt my body dampening along his legs.

But I also felt the responding hardness growing between my thighs and beginning to part my lips as it stretched up toward his pelvis.

He wants me as badly. I was starting to understand what that meant. I grabbed his wrists to still him. Because the sensation of cool satin blinding me, and his relentless touch was making me feel breathless.

"No." His voice stopped me. "Keep them at your sides for now."

Swallowing I dropped my fists next to my hips and let him touch me.

"Good girl," He encouraged. "Don't fight me. Let me offer you pleasure."

What does that mean? His fist suddenly winding in my hair at the back of my head made me gasp. Heart racing. As he pulled my hair back it made me press harder down on his groin and my breasts upthrust.

I drew an unsteady breath.