"I know, Alec. I trust you. You can do what you want," she murmured. Whenever he growled, her knees immediately locked together to stave off the impending rush of excitement that would inevitably blossom between her legs. His smirk didn't help either, and she whimpered faintly as they kissed.
She was breathing hard, watching his body in the candlelight, chest heaving more noticeably in the corset. She felt a bit sex kittenish, what with wearing a corset, a tiny thong, stockings and heels, and it was almost as large a turnon as Alec himself. While her hands were still free, she reached out for him. "Alec,' she murmured low, twining her fingers in his hair and kissing him again.