His hand reached inside her open blouse, and his palm was warm against her skin. He moved toward her breast, and this time there was only the thin fabric of her bra between his hand and her flesh. He cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm, and she felt tears start to prick at her eyes."Every day you were gone," he continued, his voice low and intense, "I thought about this. I thought about how your body fits perfectly in my hand. I thought about how you respond to my touch. I thought about how you used to look at me when we were together, like I was the only thing that mattered."His thumb pressed against her nipple through the bra, and she gasped again. He was torturing her deliberately, keeping her on the edge of pleasure, never quite giving her what she truly wanted."What do you want, Lyra?" he asked, and his wicked smile was back now, cruel and satisfied. "Tell me. Use your words. What are you begging for?"She tried to speak. She opened her mouth, but the only
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