Paul closed his eyes as he felt Morian's tentative touch along the smooth skin of his stomach. His fingers stilled on the buckle of his belt. He felt an unfamiliar heat building inside him, driving him with a primitive need that almost frightened him. His head dropped forward and he gritted his teeth as she continued to explore, her touch becoming more confident the longer he held still. He breathed in through his nose trying to stay focused on holding onto his fragile control. His eyes snapped open when he felt her fingers on top of his, loosening the buckle.
“Morian,” he hissed in warning.
She looked up into his eyes even as her fingers undid the button on his jeans before pulling the zipper down. “I want to see you,” she breathed. “Let me do this.... Please.”
Paul's throat closed up
