Gwen
My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe.
Cedric was on his knees between my spread thighs, looking up at me with those dark, intense eyes. The way he watched me made my stomach flutter with both fear and something much hotter.
I was trembling.
He slid his large, warm hands up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly — torturously slowly — dragged them down my legs.
“Cedric…” I whispered, my voice shaky. “Will it hurt?”
He paused, then let out a low, deep laugh that sent butterflies exploding through my chest.
“What?” he asked, amused. “Hurt?” He shook his head, still smiling softly. “No, Princess. Just relax for me. I’ve got you.”
His voice was so calm, so sure. It
