It was a light, ghost-like touch. He moved in slow, agonizing circles, barely grazing the sensitive skin. It was a tease so profound it felt like a physical weight in my lungs. He was circling the fire, never stepping into it, letting the heat build until I felt like I was going to explode.
"Please," I whimpered, my fingers tangling deep in his dark, damp hair. I tried to pull him closer, to force his mouth against me, but he was a statue of bronze and muscle. He wouldn't budge. "Harder... please, Caden, just a little harder."
"Shh," he breathed, the sound vibrating against my inner thigh.
He didn't listen. He kept the pressure light, almost maddeningly soft. He was watching me, watching the way my eyes rolled back into my head, the way my hips twitched in a desperate, pathetic rhythm,
