Cherishing Moments*

Joan’s voice hitched slightly at the sound of Ryan’s low voice whispering into her ear. His voice, and breath sent a shiver running down her spine.

It unlocked certain emotions within her, and a tingling heat spread from below her core, hinting at the inevitable intimacy that was soon to follow.

‘I’ve been trying so hard to put my barriers up and only think about what’s best for Master Ryan… but just one word of his, and I’ve turned into wet clay, ready to be molded by his hands. Right now, I want his hands and his touch to shape me in any way he wants.’

“Well… how does that sound?” Ryan hummed lightly. His breath fanned Joan’s ear, tickling it, and the warm breath that was reflected to him made his own little brother twitch.

“U-um…”

“You’ve learned how to use your words, right, Joan?”

“U-un.” Joan’s face was bright red and she nodded quickly.

“Well?”

“I… I would like to,” Joan said, then caught herself and spoke more properly. “I like the sound of it, Ryan...”