Whispers of the Heartland

The warmth of his hands began to spread up her leg, and she couldn't help the little moan that escaped her lips. It was involuntary, a sound of pleasure she hadn't known she could make. She felt a jolt of arousal, and she knew it was wrong. But she couldn't deny it. She watched as Sasha's hand moved upward, his fingers tracing the curve of her calf. His eyes remained on her face, watching for any signs of distress, but all she could do was lean back into the pillows, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.