Eyes dark, face fierce, she broke his grip on her hands with a deft movement, placing one over his mouth, silencing him. With the other, she began tracing a line up her body, from the front of her denims, pressed up close against Blaise's raging hard-on, all the way up to her breasts, fingering the cleft between them before starting over again. He fought back a groan, tried to regain control of her hands, before she spoke.