“I warned you that my touch is like a mark of hardship.” He leans forward once more, brushing his lips with mine. “I can’t believe it,” I murmur. “No? Then why do you hesitate? Your body knows to fear me, even if your mind says otherwise.” Even as he warns me against him, his hand moves down my side, catching on my breast. Thumb flicking over its peak that has my back arching off the ground. “Perhaps it is the danger of me that excites your desire.” “You wouldn’t hurt me.”
