“Pose one more time for me.” His voice echoed in her mind like a command carved in stone. Sophie shivered—head bowed, body still trembling as she slowly turned to face him again. She was soaked, her own arousal running down the inside of her thighs. Iain hadn’t touched her enough. Not nearly enough. And yet she was ruined. He watched her, waiting. Her breath caught. Then, without breaking eye contact, she sank back onto h...