C42 Resistance

Avery really wanted to resist him but she just couldn't.

He began to massage her shoulders, briefly expelling a breath as he felt her soft flesh beneath his fingers again. ‘I’m trying to make you relax, but it isn’t easy because you are very tense, tesoro,’ he observed softly. ‘Very, very tense.’

She swallowed. She ought to assert herself. She ought to tell him to stop