The Inheritor - Pg 196

   "I hope you welcomed me," he said soberly, caressing her breasts with his scarred hand. He had removed the splinted glove that kept the fourth and fifth fingers extended, and they were curled motionless against his palm. "The doctors say I must use these fingers constantly if I wish to regain their perfect use." He moved them on her in a way she had not known how to desire before this.