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I nodded, but I still shook. His hands released me, only to touch my shoulders before tracing my arms with his fingerprints. Like I was some delicate piece of glass sculpture and he didn’t even want to leave his fingerprints on me. When he reached my fingers, he gave them a gentle squeeze before releasing me completely.
“I need to prepare you…” He let his voice trail off before meeting my eyes. “I’m not trying to be indulgent. Itwillbe easier this way.”
I nodded again. “I trust you,” I reminded him breathlessly.
He brought his hands up again, but his fingers rested on my collarbone. Again, his fingertips lightly skirted my skin, enough to cause goosebumps to burst across me but not enough to leave a mark, to stake a claim. Everything about this was delicate.
He swept his fingers across my collarbone before dropping them down my chest. They traced the shape of my breasts, his thumbs following his fingers. I hitched a breath but didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. My nipples hardened — how? He hadn’t even touched my breasts directly — and he continued to trail his fingers down the curve of my waist before resting on my hips. This time, there was more pressure in his grip, and a thrill shot inside of me.
I wanted him to have more of a grip.
I didn’t want him to think of me the same way he thought of me as a student.
I could handle this. I would show him I could. I just needed to observe, to calculate, and then to apply the knowledge.
It shouldn’t be complicated. I hoped.
“Your body is responsive,” he said, and maybe I was hearing things, but it sounded like his voice was rough just slightly. Maybe he was being affected by this too.
“I’m sorry —“
“No.” He shook his head more adamantly than I had seen him do it before, glancing up at me. “It’s a good thing.”
That helped me relax. A little.
“It means you’ll probably enjoy it more,” he said. “And that’s…that’s the point. That you enjoy this before…” He let his voice trail off, and suddenly, sympathy washed over his features.
I hated it.
I hated that look.
I didn’t want it.
Not from him.
“Don’t,” I said.
He said nothing but he continued to stare at me.
“Don’t feel sorry for a choice I made,” I said. “I’m not a victim.”
Something else flashed in his eyes. Respect? Admiration? Maybe that was asking for too much.
He dipped his hands even lower so they touched my thighs.
“Do you trust me?” he asked me again.
This time, I didn’t hesitate, and I was well-aware of exactly what I was answering. “I trust you.”
Without another word, Kazu slowly slid to his knees.
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Istilled. What was he doing? Why was he down there, kneeling before me like I was some kind of goddess and he was here to worship me?
His hands — those surprisingly careful, delicate hands with calluses that scratched my skin in the softest caress, slid between my thighs, and separated my legs.
I sucked in a breath. His arms cooled around my legs and he tilted his chin up at me. “Hold onto me,” he commanded.
