I was a mess. He hadn’t even laid a finger on me yet, but the look in his eyes was enough to undo me completely. Knight’s gaze scanned my body, darkening with every second I lay there in my torn clothes, my underwear on full display.
I waited. I waited for him to do something, for him to touch me. Whatever anger or uncertainty I’d been feeling earlier faded away under that heavy stare. All I wanted right now was him.
I swallowed hard when I finally felt his fingers brush against my thigh. It was soft—just a grazing touch—but I gasped as if it were something more. His hands trailed upward until the remains of my gown were fully off, and he tossed the fabric aside without a word.
When his hands returned to my skin, they were firmer. He rubbed my thigh softly while his other hand trailed u
