Agnes felt a shiver running down her spine. Even the quilt on her naked body did not do much to get rid of the cold.
She felt a hand on her breast.
"Are you cold?" Seth whispered in her ear. She could feel the heat of his body against her. She could feel his hardness as he pushed it between her thighs.
The room became warmer. Not too hot. Just perfect.
"There. It's better, isn't it?"
"Stop that," she murmured.
"What?"
"You are pushing it between my thighs."
Agnes remembered his touch, his kisses, everything. When he caressed her body, she felt like a doll, so tender and fragile. Yet, when he took her, he was rough. He had grabbed her by the hair, kissed her roughly, bit her, left hickeys all over her body. She liked to be treated like that in bed. But how did he know? She never told anyone that. Not even Jin. She was a little self-conscious about it as well.