His voice and his praise are like claws curling into her chest, sinking past her skin to grip her fully, and he'll feel her shiver lightly when that spark dances over her hip, the air in her throat stopping short of a proper breath, turning into a gasp by the time it leaves parted lips.
But she can't turn away from it, even if she wanted to, and she's not sure that she does. It only makes those questions of hers run deeper, leaving her with more than what she started with, but...]
I suppose I could do with a little extra... guidance.
[Benedikta's eyes are trained forward to the balloons again.]
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His voice and his praise are like claws curling into her chest, sinking past her skin to grip her fully, and he'll feel her shiver lightly when that spark dances over her hip, the air in her throat stopping short of a proper breath, turning into a gasp by the time it leaves parted lips.
But she can't turn away from it, even if she wanted to, and she's not sure that she does. It only makes those questions of hers run deeper, leaving her with more than what she started with, but...]
I suppose I could do with a little extra... guidance.
[Benedikta's eyes are trained forward to the balloons again.]
Which ones did you say?