Killian's hand, still icy but carrying a heated weight of desire, slid down from Severine's waist, tracing the dip of her stomach before stopping near the waistband of her skirt.
"When was the last time you touched yourself here?" He patted her lower belly, not exactly where he wanted to though.
"I... I don't remember," she answered as if spellbound by his sparkling eyes. "I always thought I was asexual."
Killian let out a laugh—a delighted sound that only intensified Severine's embarrassment.
She squeezed her eyes shut, turning her face to the other side to hide, but he was quick to grab her chin and pull her toward him again.
"And now?" he asked, deliberately teasing her, relishing her shyness.
When she didn't answer, he pinched her nipple, twisting the reddened bud with more force.
"Ngh!"
"Liars get punished, my love. But," he sighed, kissing her jaw before gently biting her, "you are far too precious for my punishments."
