C38 That's it

“You’re so impatient, Princess,” Shane murmured.

“Don’t you think we’ve waited enough?” I asked.

He doesn’t answer me but his fingers do. I raise myself up so his fingers can get in between my legs. He doesn’t hurry either, his fingers pinch the inner fat of my thigh and I groan. His eyes lit up as he took his time touching me, as if his flesh on mine made him a new man