** Our leads getting steamier. Only the last 200-300 words serves the story development. **
Aveline went rigid, her knees weakening as his fingers brushed over the spot that ached most, where she needed him most. His fingers weren't what she wanted, weren't what she needed, but the slow drag of his touch made her pulse quicken.
He traced her damp heat, his mouth grazing her ear as he whispered something low and sinful.
His voice and the sensation struck her all at once. Her hands scrambled against the glass, searching for an anchor as her legs threatened to give out, but his arm locked around her waist, holding her firmly against him.
"Wait... wait..." she gasped, though the word fractured on her tongue, betraying her with a shiver that begged him not to stop.
"Should I?" His voice was thick, rough with restraint.
"Fuck you!" The curse tore from her lips, half snarl, half plea, the only weapon she had left when he pushed her beyond reasoning.
