" Name 'em," I said."First, tell me I'm not living in a fool's paradise, that you really are innocent."I stopped, looked at him in disbelief; then rea...ized it was his career, too. "Arthur," I said, "I never touched the little bitch. What's the second thing?" Second," he said, "stop pacing around with that FUCKING CA..."He had stopped, dead in his sentence. "Cane," he finished softly.I stopped.He stared at my leg. He reached out and grabbed the cane. "Walk toward me," he commanded.I. She felt the cool plaster of the wall on her bare back, still moist from her exertions on the dance floor. His left hand cupped her cheek as she moaned silently, reluctant to belay the desire that caused the ache within her. This was wrong, yet as his other hand explored the curves that lay beneath the cloth of her top, she found she was slipping further and further into herself. As his lips touched her neck, his tongue tracing a line towards her ear, she was vaguely aware of the touch of. “ I say, as soon as you shut the door. You turn and push me until my back is pressed against the door, you peel my skirt up. Taking my panties off me. You start teasing my clit with your fingers as you skim through the slippery folds. I gasp into your mouth as you seal our lips together. The velvet softness of your tongue mates with mine and I sigh, melting into your chest. I want you and I need a moment to realize the moans I hear are coming from my own throat. ‘‘ Wrap your legs around my. One one end of the street was the Des’Cantier Manor and on the other end, the gates to the town. Cassia made her way along the road, trying her best to ignore the stares and murmurs whenever one of the townsfolk noticed her.“Look, it’s the Des’Cantier boy...”“I heard he murdered his parents...”“He’s wearing his mother’s clothes, too. Has he no shame?”It took all of Cassia’s willpower not to turn and shout at them. She had already done that once before, and the result wasn’t really in her favor..