"You want me."
A cry spilled past her lips as the truth of his words hit her.
"So ask for it."
The words were crazy-familiar, and the lines of reality and fantasy began to blur.
"Ask for me to touch you, Summerine."
She stared at him in a mixture of shock and helpless desire.
Did he just say—-
"Ask me to see if you really are as innocent as you say you are."
She could only moan.
He really did say—-
"Ask me."
It wasthattone again.
A firmness that a master reserved for his slave, and it was as irresistible as ever.
"Please," she heard herself whimper. "P-Please..."
"That would do...for now."
She hadn't any time to digest his words.
Aaaaah.
Since he was already touching her.
His long fingers sliding past her throbbing folds.
Until he had her gasping as he came into contact with undeniable proof of her innocence—-
"R-Ryu..."
She didn't even realize she had whispered his name until she saw him jerk.
And then his eyes were locking with hers once more—-
"R-Ryu!"
She ended up sobbing out his name this time.
Because his fingers were suddenly moving.
In a way that had her breath hitching—-
Her head spinning—-
And her breasts swelling and aching—-
Until pleasure brought her to the edge of oblivion.
