Is he controlling all of them at once?I mean, I guess I have ten fingers and ten toes. That's not so weird.
Then all my thoughts vanish, the electricity of his touch coursing across my willing flesh.
I stifle a moan as his tongue presses into my mouth, toying with my own. His hand slides down until it's between my legs. His fingertips just barely stroking across my mound.
I reach up to touch him. Half of me wants to push him away and half of me -- maybe more than half -- wants to pull him close.
"Fabien, we can't..."
"Can't? Haven't you realized it yet? There's nothing we can't do. Soon you'll be mine, body and soul. And then…"
"Then…?"
"Once we've made love properly, you'll never desire another male. And no one will ever fulfill you but me."
