His mouth moves down the valley of my breasts to the length of my stomach, and I freeze, my hands flying to keep him from lifting my dress up. I keep them splayed over my belly, especially since I have a pudge from lunch. “Aeris, move your hands.” I shake my head and jut my lower lip out. “If you don’t move your hands, I’ll pin them to the fucking ground. You’re not hiding from me. You’re not keeping any part of your body from me. Right now, you’re mine. You’re going to let me worship every inch of you, and you’re going to like it. Do you understand?”
