Chapter 40--Fear

Ryan's hands heft me up and place me on a windowsill, parting my legs so he can settle between them. I have no problem with that. Neither do I have a problem with his hands that rise dangerously high in my gown, tracing slow lines toward my sex. I bite down on his lower lip and he chuckles, before letting his tongue slip into my mouth. A moan slips my mouth as his hands on my thigh rise higher and higher, until my dress is bunched up around my waist. I would be worried that we might be found if I were able to think properly. That too and the fact that I had stopped running when I reached here because it is the only part of this manor that doesn't have people lingering about it. Ryan's lips leave mine and I feel his lips a heartbeat later on my neck, nipping, caressing, licking. My folds tighten at the overwhelming sensation that is heightened with the fact that his fingers have found the lacing of my pants. He groans, jutting his groin forward and I marvel at the hardness I find, p