Stephanie stared at Zekel, her breath ragged, shock flooding her face at what he had just done. Zekel pulled away gently, his gaze fixed on her flushed face. It seemed he had finally silenced her.
"You don't know the fucking things I want to do to you, sugar… and I plan to do them after marriage. I wouldn't want to do it now." His hand moved to her neck while his other cupped her breast gently.
A soft moan escaped Stephanie's lips, and disbelief rose in her chest. She hated that she was actually moaning—her body was betraying her. Zekel slowly removed his hand from her breast, instead holding her back and pressing her body to his as he rested his face to her shoulders. Leaning in, his voice came low and smooth.
"You act like you don't want me, yet your body is responding loudly to my touch…" His tongue brushed the top of her ear, licking softly.
