Bab 91: Pleasure and Panic

Beatrix found herself on the bed with Rhys' large muscular frame hovering above her, his face a few inches away from her baring a deep affection through his blazing blue eyes.

Her heart hammered madly against her chest and she couldn't help but blush. She averted her gaze because she couldn't help but be shy.

Her lack of inexperience made her insecure every time even though Rhys made sure all her insecurities would disappear.

Beatrix tried to control her breathing, but the anxiety in her chest was already making her chest rise and fall as he brought his hands to caress her cheeks.

"The things I want to do to you right now, little mouse but not yet." He mumbled, his eyes flickering between her own.

He grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it up, while she lifted her hips and maneuvered her body to help him pull it over her head and he threw it without direction or an ounce of care where it landed, leaving her bare to him.