The longing in his eyes was evident, fueled by desires that had been suppressed for far too long. And he liked this one, despite the fact that she was clearly incapable of fighting.
"Are you sure? You want to give me head? It's not some… Scripted scenario or something?" Anna lifted her gaze, her eyes locking with his.
Amber. That yellow stone suddenly appeared in her mind as she stared into the man's eyes. Illuminated by the soft light of the fire, they looked exactly the same. The tension in the air was palpable as she waited for his response, unable to tear her eyes from his face.
Deep down, she hoped he would say yes. She just didn't want to appear too eager, which was definitely not a quality any man would appreciate.
"Are you questioning my sincerity?" In a genuine effort to convince her, he slowly reached out to gently caress her thigh over her skirt. The touch was tender, a gesture meant to convey his undeniable interest. His eyes still locked with hers, desperately seeking her approval, "Let's start slow and see where it takes us, shall we?"
A surge of warmth spread through her, his gentle touch igniting a thrill that seemed to pulse through every fiber of her being. His fingertips brushed against her skin, a silent promise of something deeper, his presence alone stirring a quiet longing she hadn't anticipated.
It was so different from all the disrespectful grabbing and threatening, which she knew from men in her world.
Fuck it. Her heart raced with anticipation, yearning for more of his touch. Would it be too bold if she threw herself around his neck? Move, for fuck sake. But her body didn't listen. Anna was rooted on the spot, holding her breath.
He grew bolder when she didn't reject him, carefully moving his fingers a little further, crumpling the thin fabric of her skirt.
Her body tingled under his caress, deepening the attraction she was already aware of. With a single touch, he had managed to evoke a thrilling response that she otherwise had to work so hard to ignite on her own.
She watched his strong arm, his thick fingers barely touching her skirt as her cheeks blushed even more.
"Alright. I'll gladly accept your offer. But I'm not really used to these things. Go easy on me. Please," Anna agreed quietly, convincing herself that a bit of fun couldn't hurt her while his enthusiasm hit the roof. She watched his whole expression change as a sneaky grin showed up on his face.
He felt overwhelming joy when she finally decided to give him a chance to show what he was capable of. Finally, there was no reason for him to hold back his desires.
"Do you want to sit on my face or should I let you lie down? Which do you like more?" He asked with such fire in his eyes that she could almost feel the heat.
It's just a simulation. Fake world. Nothing else than a fabricated-
"Whatever you prefer," She mumbled, not really sure what to choose, closing her eyes to hide her embarrassment. Is this really happening? He saved her from being maimed by her own people, and now he was even offering her entertainment in such a raw form. But - she couldn't wait. He was too tempting not to long for his physical closeness.