388 Sprinkle of mischief

Vincent pressed Eve's hands against the surface of the bed next to her head. He said, "I enjoy spoiling you more than anything else, little girl. So let me spoil you."

The smile on Vincent's lips slowly started to slide away as he brought his face in front of hers. Eve could feel the strength in his hands that kept her hands in place. When his lips moved closer to hers, merely an inch away from hers, she could feel the heat and pressure of it, but he didn't kiss her, as if watching her arousal and need increase. 

As if that wasn't enough, he had folded his knee and placed it between her legs. When she felt him brush the sweet corner there, a moan escaped from her lips. The taste was delicious and her entire body trembled.

"Vince…" Eve moaned his name.