Permission was all Jinn needed. He slid his broad palms up Audrey's back, gathering up two fistfuls of fabric. With a harsh tug, the seams tore, the shirt parting down her back as though it was little more than paper. Jinn drew it toward him, his knuckles brushing the underside of her breasts, but left it to Audrey to discard the scraps.
Her pants took a little more care. Jinn knelt and yanked them down her hips, leaving her all but naked before him. He was not gentle as he palmed her calves, nor as he slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, something possessive unfurling in his chest. It was allowed. Audrey had permitted it.
So when Jinn brushed his lips and then his teeth to her inner thigh, it was no accident. Nor was it one when he cupped her backside, or hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear. Or when he tugged them down. "Turn around," he said, voice low and demanding. He trusted Audrey to obey, but only if she wished to. "I see your gifts from the hotel are quite different from mine. As he rose to stand behind her, his skin brushing hers, he looked toward the basket. "Does this place seek to satisfy your desire to be struck... or is that a mistake?"