Tempting offer.

The longing in his gaze was evident, fueled with desires that had been repressed for far too long. And he fancied this one despite the fact she was clearly incapable of fighting whatsoever.

"Is it really necessary?" Anna lifted her gaze, her eyes locking with his. 

Amber. That yellow rock suddenly appeared in her mind, when she stared into the eyes of this man. Lighted by the soft light of the fire, they looked just like that. The tension in the air was palpable as she waited for his response, unable to tear her eyes off his face.

Deep down she hoped he would insist. That he would persistently try to talk her into it and she would agree in the end without losing her face. She just didn't want to come out as too eager, which was definitely not a quality any man would appreciate.

But he did the exact opposite.

"No, it's not necessary," He sighed, almost accepting his defeat, until he catched the flicker of frustration in her gaze and quickly decided to try one last time, "But there is nothing else to do anyway and I'll do my best to satisfy you. You will like it. It would be a pity to waste a night like this," In a sincere effort to persuade her, he slowly reached out, to gently graze her thigh over her skirt.

The touch was tender, a gesture meant to convey his undeniable interest. His eyes still locked with hers, desperately seeking her approval.

Though unsure of his ability to change her mind, he hoped that this small physical contact would secure him the privilege to touch her at least. 

A rush of excitement coursed through her veins as his gentle touch sent a wave of thrill throughout her body. It was as if his fingertips possessed a persuasive power, trying to convey a message of longing and desire.

It was so different from all the disrespectful grabbing and threatening, which she knew from men in her world.

Fuck it. Her heart raced with anticipation as she yearned for more of his touch. Would it be too bold if she threw herself around his neck? Move, for fuck sake. But her body didn't listen. Anna was rooted on the spot, holding her breath.

He got bolder when she didn't refuse him and carefully moved his fingers a bit further, crumpling the thin fabric of her skirt.

Her body tingled under his caress, deepening the attraction she was already well aware of. With a single touch, he had managed to evoke a thrilling response she otherwise had to try so hard to ignite on her own.

She watched his strong arm, his thick fingers barely touching her skirt as her cheeks blushed even more.

"Alright. I'll gladly accept your offer. But I'm not really experienced in these things. Go easy on me. Please," Anna agreed quietly, convincing herself that a bit of fun couldn't hurt her while his enthusiasm hit the roof. She watched his whole expression change as a sneaky grin showed up on his face.

He felt overwhelming joy when she finally chose to give him a chance to show how capable he is. Finally, there was no reason for him to restrain his desires any longer.

"Wanna sit on my face or should I let you lay down? Which one do you enjoy more?" He asked with such fire in his eyes, that she could nearly feel the heat.

"The other," She muttered, not really sure which to choose, closing her eyes to hide her embarrassment. Is this really happening right now? He saved her from being mutilated by her own kind and now, he even offered her entertainment in such unusual form. But - she couldn't wait. He was too good-looking not to crave his physical nearness.