"Your lower half," he half asked.
"Yes," she grumbled under her breath.
"I believe I understand what you mean,"
At those words, his arm went lower around her middle and pulled her hips further against himself.
"Can you feel it?" his breath tickled her ear, "I think you are responsible for it,"
Pressed against her bottom, right between his legs, something moved and grew more confident.
Arabella's memory served her the last night he'd fed, when he held her upon his lap, that was when she believed she felt it for the first time.
Only back then, her fragile mind couldn't be trusted…
The young woman knew full well what it was that moved against her as it was very similar to what she'd been taught about human men during the intimacy courses.
Her eyes remained wide open while her fingers clutched at the fabric of her gown.
"Your body went rigid again," he remarked, "Should I gather from it that you are uncomfortable?"
