GABRIELLA'S POV
Her hand grabbed mine when I reached her upper thighs, just below the hemline of her dress. She tugged, and I refused to stop. She was used to this, but tonight was simply different—totally and entirely.
When I looked up, her eyes overflowed with several emotions. I could see fear and panic. I wondered why, because we weren't first-timers in reality. So, what was causing her fear? Or was something bothering her? Nevertheless, there was also curiosity and lust.
I needed her to focus on the latter two.
"Gabriella, I'm going to take your dress off," I mumbled.
"No," she whispered in response, and I was taken aback, wondering why she said so.
I looked up, my eyes stern as I spoke. “Yes, Gabriella. We've done this so many times, so what's the problem? We even did this earl
