THIRD PERSON’s POV
Dimitri’s eyes burned into hers, the taste of her still on his fingers. He shifted closer, the bulge in his pants straining painfully against the fabric, thick, heavy, and impossible to just ignore. Every pulse of his heartbeat throbbed there, demanding release.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered, voice low and rough. “Good.”
He reached for the black ribbon bow at her neckline, tugging it loose with deliberate slowness. The delicate chiffon parted under his hands as he pulled the dress down over her shoulders, exposing the black lace bra that barely contained her.
Adrienne’s breath came in shallow, angry bursts, her arms still stretched high above her head by the cuffs. “Don’t,” she warned, but the word cracked.
Dimitri didn’t answer with words. He hooked his fingers u
