Ingrid's heart was hammering like a hummingbird, her entire body trembling as she felt her betrothed nimbly slip his fingers around the fastenings of her dress. His skin was warm - almost burning hot against her rain-cooled flesh. She felt the tugging of his hands against her corset and the relief when it was loosened and her lungs could finally fill easily with air.<br/><br/>She froze, though, when his fingers finally brushed the skin of her back. His touch sent a jolt of sharp, aching pleasure straight to her womanhood, and her hand, which had timidly wandered down below his belt to just brush the fabric of his pants, clenched delicately in surprise. But what really surprised her was what her fingers had involuntarily circled around. It was long and very hard...oh! That must be...IT!<br/><br/>She released her hand as if she had just touched an open flame, and she felt that open flame in her cheeks. She trembled all over, all the touching, the intimacy of Alexei's words, and all the new sensations in her body pushing her close to the edge of losing all control of herself.