My fingers slid slowly beneath the folds of Morgana's dress, tracing the soft skin of her thigh with deliberate care. Every time I moved closer to where she wanted me most, she arched her hips and let out the faintest whimper—like a good girl desperate to obey, yet desperate for more.
Her eyes fluttered shut as I leaned down and kissed along her collarbone, unfastening the lace at her neckline with my free hand.
"You're shaking," I whispered, watching her lips part in response. "Is that fear, or excitement?"
"E-Excitement," she confessed in a trembling breath, her cheeks flushed pink. "I've never felt… this way before…"
I grinned against her skin.
"I know. That's what makes this fun."
I slowly pulled the top of her dress down, exposing the smooth, pale skin of her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell with every shaky inhale, her body completely at my mercy now. She didn't try to stop me. She didn't want to.
