The Alpha's Return
Arabella replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
As I continued to move closer, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only her, her enchanting eyes and teasing smile, her intoxicating scent, and the magnetic pull between us.
My hands instinctively moved to her waist, tracing the contour of her figure through the fabric of her dress. They then traveled down towards her bum, lifting the hem of her dress as they went. The only barrier that remained was the thin piece of black lace that she wore. With a swift motion, I moved her thong aside and gently guided her until she was lying flat over the dressing table.