Caradoch
I wanted to be strong. I wasn’t but I wanted to be.
When it came to her I was weak.
Lifting my eyes I followed her as she made her way to the table and bent over it. It gave me an almost perfect view of her round ass under the thin material of her dress.
Mouth watering I walked towards her, pulling out a chair I sat down, flicking the dress up over her hips so I could feast my eyes on her properly.
It was almost too much to bare. Her skin was porcelain white, flawless and soft even to look at. My hands ached to touch her. I clenched them into fists at my side.
I couldn’t touch her yet. Soon but not yet.
“Spread your legs wider Thana.”
She hesitated for just a second and then did what I wanted her to do.
“Stop.” I blew out a breath. She was perfectly displayed. Her
