A finger traced my skin sensually - teasing and provocative in its languid movements. Big hands cupped my cheeks, warm calloused fingers leaving a trademark of arousal wherever they lingered.
"My love," A voice so deep yet beyond alluring drawled. It was almost like a whisper of death.
The bed was dipping with the weight of this stranger and I moaned weakly when one of his hand left my cheek to sweetly caress my breast, the rhythm of my pulse slowly picking up. I have never been touched like this before and it felt so good that I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to let go of this sinful dream.
His other fingers left my cheek, my skin burning in its wake as he tiptoed them all the way up, five fingers curling around my dainty neck. The breath left my lungs when he squeezed,
