Selene gave a quiet chuckle, her voice teasing but gentle. "No, give me all I can take. I can handle it." she murmured. Her emerald eyes glassy and seeking, met his—as though she wanted to read his thoughts more than hear them.
Eran leaned closer to her ear where she lay and replied softly, "I figured you need this, but not now. I will only make you warm to ease your stress so you can sleep sooner."
Without hesitation, His right hand slowly traced from her toe line, drawing with deliberate, maddening motion up her leg. As his arm brushed lightly against her thighs, Selene's breath instantly hitched. Her chest rose instinctively under the sudden contact, a silent, sharp intake of air.
Eran caressed lightly just at the hem of her clingy skirt. He whispered again, "How does it feel? I can feel you getting warmer from my touches."
Selene's eyes fluttered wide open, a faint smile curving her lips as her gaze found Eran.
