TENET: 94
Don't cross boundaries.
- Dr. H. VynFleet, 132 Tenets of Childcare & Maintenance
KHALL
Khall watched April like a tiger eyeing his prey.
Her chest heaved and it was impossible not to notice her small breasts lifting under the thin fabric of her gown. Her pink lips were parted, her eyes hazy with need. She looked like ruined innocence waiting to happen, and he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
He balled his hands into tight fists, determined to give her a choice.
“I mean it. Go now, if you want to go,” he heard himself growl. “If you stay, I’ll have you screaming with pleasure in the next three minutes.”
It sounded like a threat as much as an offer.
He held his breath and waited for her to leave. He was frightening, a monster desperate to defile her.
She took a single step closer.
Gods, give me strength.
“Take the dress off, or I’ll tear it off you,” he groaned.
Her eyes went wide, but she moved her hand to her side and ran her thumb down her ribcage, releasing an invisible slide.
When she shrugged, the whole thing shimmied down her curves and pooled on the floor at her feet.
She was exquisite - slender and more supple than he would have imagined. Her thighs and upper arms were adorned with lean muscle from some form of strenuous exercise.
I can be rough…
He banished the wicked thought, trying to focus his mind on details, like the adorable mole beside her belly button, the shadow of her clavicle, and the delicate lace of her underthings.
She was made to drive him wild.
“The bra too,” he choked out. “And the panties.”
She obeyed immediately, unclasping the bra and letting it fall, revealing her dainty breasts, pink tips pebbled and begging for his kisses.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled down the last scrap of lace from her hips and let it fall around her feet.
He offered her his hand and she took it, stepping out of her shoes and abandoned clothing like the goddess of love stepping out of the sea.
Her little hands moved to the buttons on his shirt, and he almost closed his eyes and gave in.
No, this is not for me.
“Lie down,” he told her, his voice low with wanting.
She crawled into his bed, hips swaying, making him long to take her just like that.
He steeled himself for what was coming and watched as she lay on her back, golden curls spread on the pillow.
She gazed up at him, lips parted.
“You were drinking tonight, were you not, Miss Clarke?” he asked her, placing his hands on the mattress.