Chapter 21

• Anastasia felt a conflicting rush of sensations as Sandro's vile and depraved words reached her ears. Her body shouldn't have responded this way; her chest shouldn't have ached. It contrasted starkly with the gentlemanly facade he sometimes wore. She rose abruptly, turning her back on him, the pounding of her heart loud in the stillness. A soft rustle of clothing reached her ears, followed by silence.
• The anticipation threatened to be her undoing until she felt his fingers trailing over her skin. She inhaled sharply as a fiery sensation traveled up her thigh, under her skirt, halting at her hip where her panties rested. She reached to unzip her skirt, but his words stopped her. "No, it's my particular pleasure to have you with your skirt on."
• Her body tightened involuntarily. Sandro's language was filthy, yet strangely compelling. The thought vanished as he slowly rolled her panties down her thighs. She arched slightly, her anticipation growing as he left her panties above her knees, seemingly content with their place, wishing silently for his mouth to find her, to taste her.