I hear a soft, husky breath escape from her lips. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t say a word. Not even as I find the waistband of her leggings and sneak my hand inside.
I hiss when I realize she’s not wearing any panties. I look at her—but she’s looking straight ahead. As if this is fine as long as we don’t make eye contact.
I chuckle. Then I slide one finger along her slit.
She’s absolutely dripping wet. My finger is soaked immediately. As I watch, her lips part, then clamp back together again.
“You’re already on the edge, aren’t you, krasavitsa?” I mutter to Arya, who still refuses to look back at me. I lean closer and brush my lips against the rim of her earlobe. “You’re doing everything you can not to come like my beautiful little w***e in front of everyone on this damn plane.”
She’s sq
