Ingrid shivered again as Alexei pressed in harder against her backside, feeling his manhood much more distinctly than before. Her whole body felt on fire, and white flames burned at the most secret and sensitive points.<br/><br/>As he half-whispered, half-moaned her name, she unconsciously turned to face the inadvertent summons. Suddenly, his manhood was cradled between her hips, pressing against the secret places in her mound. She looked up at his handsome face, his eyes closed in pleasure, and she felt a surge of overwhelming, unnamable feelings wash over her.<br/><br/>She rested her hands against his chest, then let one hand crept up to his collar to again touch the scar on his throat, her cool fingertips feeling the burn of his hot skin. She let her fingertips hesitantly explore the line of his collar, brushing her fingers delicately along his skin.<br/><br/>It felt so daring, so wanton, so...deliciously bad to touch him so familiarly. She let her eyes drift closed, her lips parting slightly in wonder at being so close to him.