He guided her hands back to his belt, suggesting that she should be the one to undo it.
Daphne's fingers pried awkwardly at the firm buckle, but it stubbornly refused to budge. She tried again, pulling at it even harder than before.
If there wasn't a small fire raging within his body, Korbin might have found the scene amusing. He would have rather liked to see how long it would take her to undo it, but that would have been more of a personal punishment.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers, as he swiftly pulled the belt from his waist and tossed it to the side.
Now, the obstruction was gone, and Daphne's task was straightforward.
She paused, her trembling hands resting at the top of his pants. Sure, she knew what sight was about to greet her. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this part of him before. Yet, there was something strangely binding this time.
