Chapter Twelve: Plugged

I hate that his chuckle fills my ears, but Alpha Adrian yields to my desperate pleas and rubs my nub against the roof of my sex.

My fingers curl against him as I permit my eyes to flutter shut only; he places the naughty little nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it to life.

“Ah!”

A cry escapes me as my eyes fly open.

“I said focus on me.”

I don’t…want to.

The blue of his eyes beautifully resembles the raging sea on a dark night, paired with the scent of salty water flooding my body to a dizzying degree—I fear I might forget myself.

His finger slides inside me, slowly—painfully slow, that if it were not for the press of his thumb against the nub that still throbbed under his pinch, I would have fussed.

"Expose your breasts."

"What?"

His fingers halt.

"Expose them."

Is this his way of asking me not to touch him?

My hands, enjoying the softness of his hair, drop to my side before reaching for my dress’s side zipper; it takes a bit of manipulation, his fingers are still moving