EMILY’S POV
Larkin gently stroked my reddened sole, causing me to struggle to catch my breath. I watched in a trance as he moved his fingers up my calf, almost closing my eyes as he began to massage it. What he was doing had a calming effect on me.
Although I could have pushed him away or kicked him if I wanted to, it felt as though I was under some sort of spell that prevented me from moving. My legs were further exposed as he pulled up my dress, and I tried to cover myself, but he simply took my hand and brought it to his lips, never breaking eye contact with me. As if I were hypnotized by the way he looked at me, I could not resist as his hand continued to explore my legs.
My breathing grew faster with tension and anticipation, and every touch of his fingers on my skin sent a wave of
