With deliberate slowness, William's hands began to explore Anna's body, gliding over her soft skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
His fingertips grazed the delicate slope of her neck, lingered over her collarbones, and traced a teasing line down the swell of her cleavage. When he lightly brushed her nipples, her chest quivered with a subtle, involuntary shiver of excitement, her breath catching in her throat.
His touch continued its languid descent—sliding down her waist, over the curves of her hips and thighs, until he reached her calves. Then, with confident hands, he grasped her ankles and gently but firmly spread her legs open before him, exposing her completely.
"Giving me permission to do anything…" William murmured, his voice low and filled with restrained hunger, "That's quite a dangerous move, Anna. But for your sake, I'll try to keep some of my control."
