The Cherry Pit

"Wouldn't you like that?" His slender hand came to the front of the robe, lightly pulling one side back to reveal her bare thigh to his touch. The tips of his fingers left an icy path all over her soft skin, branding her with his featherlike precision, she shuddered. "Wouldn't you like to stop worrying and just…indulge in the things you want?" 10 Parts, Not Completed