Francis let out a sharp groan. His arm tightened instantly around my waist, and his breathing turned harsh. Hot breath washed over my head as he growled my name through clenched teeth. "Hester..."
I meant to apologize, but when I looked into his eyes, the words died in my throat.
His deep blue eyes reflected my strained, almost tearful smile. Behind it, desire seemed to burn out of control.
For a moment, I thought I could read what he truly wanted: me.
'I must be imagining it. How could Francis want me?'
But his ragged breath brushed my lashes, almost scorching. His Adam's apple bobbed. He really did seem hungry for me.
Soon, I had no room left to think.
Something swelled rapidly in my palm, growing hot and, within a few seconds, hard and enormous.
I looked down. Through the milky
