With trembling hands, Selene held the cloth to her lips, kissing it reverently. Her long, dark lashes caressed her cheeks as she closed her eyes for but an instant, then opened them swiftly as if unwilling to lose a moment more of the vision in front of her. “Oh, but you are beautiful, my love,” she breathed. The cloth now falling to the floor, unheeded, she pressed soft kisses to Adrien’s breasts, which tingled at her touch as though on fire.
Awhirl with sensation, it took Adrien a while before she was equal to acting on her impatience to see her lover likewise displayed. “And yet,” she said at last, her voice uneven, “I still feel a shiver upon my flesh. I fear there’s only one thing can warm me now, and that’s the touch of your soft skin upon mine.”