Can I have a taste?

He reached out and pulled me closer to himself, his hands wrapping around my waist. I felt a surge of surprise and excitement as he drew me in.

Then, in a move that caught me off guard, Priscoll raised my leg up to his hip, his hand wrapping around the back of my knee. I felt a rush of sensations as our bodies pressed together.

"What are you doing, Priscoll?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I was surprised by the husky tone of my own voice.

Priscoll's eyes never left mine as he replied,

"I'm trying to remember." His voice was low and rough, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt a flutter in my chest as Priscoll's hand tightened around my knee. He pulled me closer, his body pressing against mine.

Priscoll's eyes seemed to burn with intensity as he looked at me. I felt like I was drowning in their depths.

"What are you trying to remember?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Priscoll's gaze never wavered.