By the time he had finished putting her on display, Kahlil was really and truly disturbed.  Every sense was heightened, from the simple touch of stone to the smell of him as he worked around her.  Her sensual nature begged for more, and she fought the urge to moan in response to the barest touches of his hands as they took her and made her his captive.  Her nipples had hardened even more, if that were possible, their sensitive tips begging to be tasted.<br/><br/>The wide spread of her legs allowed imagined caresses to inflame her sensibilities so that she felt her sex moisten just a little, her anus contract just slightly.  Small teeth closed over her slower lip and she bit down, letting the pain draw her back to reality, her eyes closing as her nostrils flared, taking in as much of his scent as she could.<br/><br/>Footsteps carried him away, but she stood there, still with fear and anticipation.