Crossing her arms over her chest, Fanny tried to hide her body from him.

"Move your hand," Michel ordered, his voice gruff.


Shaking her head frantically, Fanny took a step back but still made contact with the wall. There's nowhere to hide. She got stuck as he got closer.

Michel squeezes her space and wraps his fingers around her wrist, pulling it downwards until she can no longer cover herself.

He brought his hand up just in front of her chest and let his fingertips make contact with her skin, causing her to jump and stare at him with wide eyes.


Keeping an eye on her, he slowly pulled his fingers down her chest, stopping between her chest heaving and gasping for breath, each time brushing against his shirt, increasing the tingling sensation in her chest. her lower body.

Fanny's body tightened, aware of Michel's touch as he raised his free hand and let it move down her neck.


Fanny was sure he could feel her pulse throbbing with fear and, she hated to admit it, but also in anticipation.

Her body was reacting to his touch, eagerly awaiting his next move. No matter how hard she tries to suppress her reaction, her body won't listen.

"You have lovely skin. Smooth as silk." Michel muttered while gently stroking her thumb over her throbbing vein.

"So beautiful." Michel frowned as if he couldn't believe she was so attractive to him. Or maybe he was surprised when he said it. His face became expressionless, but his hot gaze could not be misinterpreted. It shows all that he feels.

Michel wanted her, and Fanny's body reacted accordingly.

As he continued to look into her eyes, the hand that was on her chest moved to her right breast.

Fanny was captivated by the depth and intensity of his eyes, she didn't notice when he moved her cup lower.

However, when she felt the cold air on her skin, her eyes widened and she looked down to see what he had done.

Her bra had been thrown away to reveal a bare chest and she sucked in a breath as Michel gently moved his thumb over the top of her pink head.

Her head turned, and she noticed that Michel was still looking at her, his eyes fixed on hers as he watched her reaction. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple and she gasped, her eyes slowly closing.

When Fanny heard the groan, her body tensed. But when she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to discover that it was coming from her. Michel's lips tilted up in a smirk, taking her nipple between her thumb and index finger, pinching hard.

Panting, she cringed from his touch with a sob.

Oh my God, what happened to her? She felt that between her legs she was getting more and more wet.

"Shut up. I won't hurt you." Michel muttered, voice low.

Fanny made another whimper as he grabbed her breasts, massaging, teasing the tip of her tongue until she shook her head, her stomach tightening as she moaned again. Michel leaned in closer until his mouth was close to hers.

He blew on her skin and bit her ear lightly.

"No, unless you want to," Michel whispered in her ear.

"What... what... what are you doing?" Fanny faltered at her words, her voice hoarse.

Michel let out a laugh and stepped back.

"What do you think I'm doing? From your response, I think that's pretty obvious."

Fanny shook her head and looked at him silently.

No, it's not clear to her. He is playing with her. But why? She tried to pull away, but Michel wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his body, her breasts pressing hard against his.

As her breasts brushed against the roughness of his shirt, she couldn't help but groan.

Michel leaned forward and slowly licked down her neck while he moved his hand up her hair and twisted it around his fist. Though he holds on tight, he gently tilts her head up, making sure he doesn't hurt her.

Fanny tried to stay away but Michel's fingers tightened in her hair. When he seemed certain she wouldn't move, Michel let go and placed his hand on the wall behind her, one hand on either side of her face, trapping her into his body.

"I want you," Michel said without hesitation.

Fanny knew he was going to say this or simply show her, but, what she didn't expect was how her body would react to his words. Her legs were weak and her panties were immediately soaked.

Her lower area thumped and she bit down hard on her lower lip to stop the moan that threatened to slip out.

"What?" Fanny asked, voice trembling.

Michel leaned forward until his lips hovered over hers.

"Exactly what I said. I want you. I want to make love to you."

They stared at each other with a mixture of emotions. Desire. Lust. Interest. Scared. Forecast.

"And what if I don't want that?" Fanny asked, trying to stay coherent as she felt her knees begin to buckle.

Michel smirked.

"I'd say you're lying."

He's so full of confidence and arrogance, that Fanny wishes she had the determination to prove him wrong.

Michel licked her neck again, then bit down causing her to moan again as he sucked on her tortured skin.

Oh, my God, what did she get herself?

Michel moved closer until their bodies were glued together, so close that he couldn't even push a thin wire between them.

His heat enveloped her body and Fanny's heart was pounding in her chest, she was sure he could feel it.

Fanny drew in a desperate breath, taking her eyes off him, looking everywhere but him.

But Michel wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his body while he slowly brought his other hand down.

He pushed his knee between her legs, separating them slightly.