As Caine's hands roamed over her body, teasing and arousing every inch of skin they touched, Vaharin felt herself growing wetter with desire. Her breath came faster and shallower as he kneaded her bra through the lacy fabric, his fingers leaving bruises that would serve as a constant reminder of this night. His other hand caressed her inner thigh, drawing ever closer to where she ached for him to touch.
"Please," she whispered, arching her back into his hand. "Touch me."
I stop for a moment my hand cupping her cheek
"do you not know I was the one who nearly drive your family to ruin just so they could sale you to me"
.
His words sent a shiver down Vaharin's spine, but she didn't pull away from his touch. Instead, her breath grew ragged as she admitted, "I know." There was no shame in her voice; only desire and the need to claim him for herself. "And I thank you," she continued, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "For giving me this chance."
Her hands moved to wrap around his wrists, pulling them downwards until they rested against the bed beside her.