She swallowed hard, her body trembling as his fingers slipped further down, caressing the soft flesh of her upper thigh.
He moved teasingly slow, savoring the way she twitched at his touch. His thumb made circles on her inner thigh, teasing, playing, but never quite giving her what she was waiting for.
"Mhm..." She gasped, louder this time, as he squeezed her thigh possessively.
He tilted his head. "Look at you," he whispered. "Trembling like that. Is that a cause of frustration… or perhaps anticipation?"
Her hands gripped her gown tightly as if she needed something to hold onto. She still refused to answer him, but her body spoke for her.
Julian chuckled, his fingers sliding further between her thighs.
"You can pretend all you like," he murmured. "But your body doesn't lie."
She took another deep breath, but subconsciously her thighs squeezed together, trapping his hand between them.
