"The robe looks exquisite on your skin," I drawled, as I faced her, her disarrayed black locks which were softly petted by me swayed from her sharp intake of fresh breath. "Yes, it is. Turn to your side, sweetheart, let me see your ass."
"Yes, Alpha Caspian."
She turned, so aware that she was turning me on. I couldn't hold back my soft groan of appreciation. My hands reached out, touching her silk like cream skin. It was so soft under my touch I worried it might be illegal. No one should touch this perfect skin like I do now— It was so exhilarating to touch that it felt wrong, so forbidden--but I didn't care. It was so wonderful. My hands strongly squeezed her skin, only a bit so it wouldn't hurt….. Yet.
"That's a very good girl," I whispered as my hands kneaded her gently. "Mmm, you are a pretty sight to behold, underneath my mercy, squirming for my touch."
