Victor let the candle melt only a little, enough to form a small pool of warm oil. Then, carefully, he poured a drop onto the curve of her shoulder.
Zoey let out a low moan. It didn't hurt. It was heat, just heat. But a heat that penetrated, awakened, like invisible fingers smoothing from within.
He poured another drop between her breasts, then another below her navel. Zoey's skin reacted with gentle spasms. Each warmed point seemed to radiate energy to the rest of her body.
Victor leaned in and began spreading the oil with his hands. First her shoulders. Then her arms. He descended to her breasts, massaging them with delicious firmness. His fingers played with her n*****s, twisting them, caressing, alternating between force and tenderness. Zoey moaned, her hands pulling against the tie
