Chương 18: Chapter 18: Pleasure

Temperance is a mean with regard to pleasures. - Aristotle

His fingertips brush over my skin from neck to navel. My body quivers under his touch.

Vlad's lips curl up into a smile. "Close your eyes and listen to my voice." He tips my chin up and to the side.

His lips trail a path from the nook of my neck down to my right breast. The warmth of his mouth claims the sensitive bud. He toys with the nipple, caressing it with his tongue.

'Do you like that?'

"God, yes," I say, softly. "That's nice."

His hand moves south, and my body stiffens.

'Relax. I will touch you, but I will be gentle. If you dislike the way it feels, tell me to stop and I will.'

My body relaxes. His fingertips glide over my hip and come to rest on my thigh. Slowly, his hand slides up my left leg. Taking hold of my thigh, he coaxes my legs further apart until my knee is up against his body.