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Darcy wasn't sure exactly how far she was willing to go. She knew she wasn't ready to sleep with him, not mentally, but there was so much more that could be done that she either had little or not experience with. Sebastian seemed as if he would be a patient instructor. That eased her nerves a little more, though they were still jumpy, understandably so.
She'd only known him for a matter of days. What Darcy had learned thus far had been to his benefit, but she'd never hooked up with a boy this quickly before. Not that she considered herself a prude - not entirely, anyway; shyness didn't count in her opinion - but she was naturally careful when it came to matters of the heart. Darcy didn't want to get hurt, and ferreting out a boy's true intentions were usually her first instinct.
In this case, however, everything was different. As a slave, to the best of her knowledge, this could be nothing more than physical. Darcy didn't especially enjoy that idea, but at the same time, it freed her to be more reckless.
She squeaked as Sebastian abruptly moved, pressing her onto her back and kissing her hard. Disoriented, she couldn't react for a moment, her arm around his back tightening. Then she returned his kiss fiercely, surprising even herself as she began to fumble with his pants, unused to undressing a man with one hand. Or, really, undressing a man at all.
But she wanted to touch bare skin, to feel that power over him again.