I knelt before her, my gaze locked on hers, the hunger in my eyes unmistakable. She might've known she'd already given herself over to me, but seeing me there, kneeling before her at the edge of the bed, made it all the more real. Her uncertainty lingered, but she didn't move. She didn't stop me.
Azariah's gaze flickered with nerves, her body tense as she watched me, uncertain of what was about to happen. She gripped the fabric of her dress tightly in her hands, knuckles white as if holding onto the last vestiges of control. But I wasn't about to let her keep that. Not now.
Without waiting for permission, I gripped the hem of her dress and began lifting it, slowly revealing more of her smooth, milky legs. Her breathing hitched, and her hands shot out, grabbing my wrist in a weak attempt to stop me.
