I wanted to take her apart slowly, to savor every touch and taste, every moan and mewl. To learn how to undo her with nothing more than a look, a touch, a whisper.
She shuddered against me as I dragged my fingers down her ribs, following the curve to her hip. My fingers curled in the fabric of her tunic, my nails scraping gently against her skin before I pulled it up and over her head.
The sight of her bare skin took my breath, and I cupped the curve of her breast, running my thumb over the peaked nipple. A whimper caught in her throat, the sound sending heat coursing through my veins.
"Let me see you," I murmured, my fingers trailing over her skin, drawing out her sighs and moans. She trembled beneath the touch, her skin flushed with a warmth that matched the one in my chest.