If the system had a physical body, Aya would have knocked its head. It was the same system that had even put her in this mess in the first place!
"Look at you." His gaze dropped from her face to her body beneath him and travelled back up with deliberate slowness. The silk slip had bunched around her upper thighs, and the thin straps had slipped down one shoulder, exposing the swell of her collarbone and the upper curve of her breast. "You actually have something under all this fabric. How have I never noticed?"
His eyes lingered on her chest for a moment longer than was casual, and something tightened in his jaw before he looked away, irritated.
"Disgusting," he mumbled.
He returned his gaze to hers and his hand released her throat. Just when Aya thought he was going to release her, his hand suddenly rested on her hip. Then it slid up her side slowly.
His palm traced the curve of her waist, the dip before her ribs, and stopped at the swell of her breast through the thin silk.
