Chapter 11 Steamy Night

• He knelt beside the bed, his gaze lingering on the delicate beauty revealed before him. He reached out, his touch feather-light as he unhooked the clasp of her bra. Her breasts, soft and full, spilled into his waiting hands. A low groan escaped his lips as he caressed them, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks until they tightened beneath his touch. He lowered his head, his mouth closing over one swollen nipple, and Elira cried out, a soft, breathless
• "Oh, Lucien..." as her body arched against his.
• His hands roamed freely, exploring the silken expanse of her skin, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, the delicate line of her inner thigh. Every touch was an exploration, an awakening of senses long dormant.