Riven’s hand didn't stop. He kept pushing upward, his palm hot against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving with a slow, agonizing deliberation that made Liora’s breath hitch. As his fingers brushed the edge of her lace panties, a sharp moan escaped her. She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and glaring at him, though the fire in her gaze was dampened by the heat pooling between her legs.
"What the hell are you doing? Where the heck are you creeping your hand on, huh?" she managed to snap, though her voice lacked any real conviction.
Riven didn't answer with words. Instead, he grinned, a predatory look that told her he knew exactly how much she was enjoying this. He gripped her thighs and forced her legs wider, pinning her open to the air. Liora gasped,
