They caress my thighs as Dane fucks me with his fingers, watching me, not breaking eye contact as he thrusts in and out, his thumb pressing harder to my clit and making my back arch off the ballroom floor. My breath catches, and I screw my eyes shut as another wave of pleasure smacks into me. I’m tipping over the edge as he snatches my jaw. “Look at me,” he grits, the shadow hands opening me wider. “Fucking look at me.”
