She couldn't help but moan. She was about to turn her head when he stopped her, pressing his palm on the side of her head and turning it back towards the wall.
"I asked you not to turn around," he warned. Katherine's eyes widened. He sounded angry and by the way he moved away, both his hands and lips no longer in contact with her, she knew that he must have been.
"I'm sorry, please touch me," she whimpered.
"Hush," he whispered near her ear, surprising her. His hand was in her hair, softly stroking the strands. "Don't worry. You will ask me to stop touching you by the end of the night."
