She hungered in ways she didn’t know existed, her body aroused to a point of pain she hadn’t known was even possible. She wanted him to touch her—needed him to touch her, take her, fuck her, break her…anything to ease the desire that burned so deep inside her she swore she would die if he did not give her some relief. But he sat sated and calm beside her, the expression on his face telling her he knew how desperately she needed to come…and that he had no intention of giving her that pleasure any time in the near future. To take her mind off her body’s distress Sakura studied his hands. Fire hands, her mother would have called them, broad palms that tapered to supple, lean fingers. When she remembered those fingers thrusting deep into her body, she realized she needed a different distraction, so she put all her effort into concentrating on the Tea Ceremony. He took a cloth napkin and folded it in a fan shape before turning the pointed ends back upon themselves. He set it on the mat and placed a bowl before him, picked the napkin up once more and slowly turned the bowl, running the napkin around the edge.
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