Re: Deluxe floor: 12:10 am
She practically purred at the touch. It was sure and young and forbidden and everything she wanted from a touch in that moment. It wasn't the hand of an old man who wanted her on a pedestal of purity, and she slid two fingers carefully over the head of the cane, her gaze fixed on his blue eyes. "Who says I'm not?" she asked, fingers circling the cold silver expertly. Her gaze was every bit as challenging and possessive as his own. Here was no demurring flower. No.
"Maybe I want to see if you're man enough to take what you want," she said, biting her lower lip with unrepressed desire after she asked the question.