Olivia gasped sharply. The sensation of his bare hand on her naked thigh was electric and it felt far more intimate than anything that had come before. Her skin burned where he touched her, and the heat quickly spread upward, pooling between her legs.
"Kraven… please… not there…" she whimpered, but her voice lacked any real force.
It came out breathy and weak, more like a plea for mercy than an actual command.
Julian's other hand remained on her breast, squeezing it gently as if to remind her that he still held her there too.
His fingers on her thigh continued their slow, teasing journey higher, brushing dangerously close to the edge of her undergarments. He could feel the heat radiating from her womanhood, the subtle tremble in her muscles and the way her body instinctively tried to press closer despite her protests.
Olivia's mind was reeling with shock.
