to love myself so that I might love you

He grabs the hem of her stockings, his fingers grazing against the bulging skin of her soft thigh. He could feel his shaft already harden at the light touch, and Riftan grits his teeth at the heat that pooled in his lower abdomen. By the time he was rolling down one of her socks, bunching it around her ankle and slipping it off her foot, he is already painfully throbbing against his trousers.

Sensing his turmoil, Maxi smiles and brushes away the bangs that poked his eyes. His body tingled at the contact, and her lips part oh so sweetly.

"Where do you belong, Riftan?"

Riftan shudders at the question, uttered in a low and silky tone. Every one of his defenses, if he had any at all, immediately crumbled into fine sand. He couldn't stop himself, feeling like a beaten dog, as he bent his head and pressed a devoted kiss against the pale arch of her foot.

"A lowly knight like me... belongs at your feet."