"You seem to love wearing skirts like this, don't you? I don't approve," he murmured as his hand slowly roamed over my chest.

Each touch sent shivers down my spine, quickening my breath and causing me to lose myself in the moment.

His hand had already found its way to my thigh, continuing to kiss my neck as he did so. I felt my resistance wane with the weakness seeping into my limbs. With a subtle motion, it seemed a part of my skirt shifted right into the middle.

"This is why I dislike you wearing a skirt. I don't want you to be so accessible... unless it's me."

I...