Fisher’s hand was still underneath my shirt, but it had half-closed, relaxing in his sleep. The material I’d used to bind my chest had come loose and risen up in the night, and his knuckles were brushing the underside of my left breast. Very slowly but with obvious intent, Fisher opened his hand against my skin again, pressing his palm against my rib cage. I fastened my lip between my teeth, suddenly panicked, my heart rate kicking up as he ran the tips of his fingers along the underside of my breast, barely making contact at all… It was a question. Is this something you want?
HOT after Saeris taking care of him.
