Silently, his deadly eyes crawl into my own. He whispers, "quiet." With his skin brushed against my skin, I feel the tensed and immense heat which forces the sweat to drip along my back. His hand, and god his fingertips, small yet so sensible, brushes against my thigh, closing the distance between my thighs and my private area.
"Are you teasing me?" I quietly ask.
He scoffs, "What did I say?"
Immediately he took my arms, violently yet with subtle gentleness, turns me so my back faces him. His hand grasping the back of my neck, and I feel his delicate chest against my back. His face near to mine, and I could feel and hear and sense his breathing. I could sense his whole physicality. "Be quiet." He whispers.
I tense up, nervous? No. Excited.
