Michael's POV
Allyson complied instantly, positioning herself on her knees atop the marble surface, her delicate palms pressed flat against the cool stone.
"Lower yourself," I instructed.
She shifted forward onto all fours, her spine creating a perfect arch, that gorgeous rounded bottom elevated and displayed for me. Flawless skin stretched taut over firm curves that practically demanded my attention.
Yet I caught the subtle shake in her fingers, the barely perceptible stiffness throughout her frame. Anxiety radiated from her.
My hand traveled the length of her spine, stopping just before reaching the swell of her backside. "You trust me completely?"
A nod was her only response.
"I need to hear you say it," I whispered, fingertips barely grazing along her vertebrae.
"Yes, Michael," came her breathless reply. "I trust you completely."
"Perfect."
My palm explored the curve of her bottom, savoring how she pressed back into my caress.
