Belle was waiting for the pain, but it wasn't coming. Instead, the heat in her body was increasing, and her lower part was acting strange. Her nipples felt hard and ached from the way he had caressed her a moment ago. The feeling and the thought overwhelmed her with mortification and shame. She wished he would stop and, at the same time, continue to touch her.
Rohan knew the precise moment she ached for his touch, her body on fire. Her alarm slammed into him—her fear of the unknown feelings. Deliberately, to show her what she was missing in life, his palm found the inside of her thigh and gently stroked, caressed, and prodded it sensationally.
"Oh...!" she cried out as her eyes flew open and her legs impulsively closed together, trapping his hand between her thighs. That part of her body was too private for any man to touch, and she was well aware it was the part he would join with her to torture her, to give her pain like the women had whispered.
