"You''renotdoingthisonpurpose,areyou?"Hisvoicewaslow,half-mocking.
Ofcourseshewas.Ratherthanwaitforhimtomakethefirstmove,Reyadecidedtospeedthingsupherself.Whilehewasaway,shehadshiftedrestlesslyonthebed,workingupjustenoughsweat,lettingherbodyexudeafaint,intoxicatingfragrance.
Thetowelinhishandslidfromherforeheadtohercheeks,thenpausedbetweenhercollarboneandchest.Hisbreathquickened,bloodstirring,theflimsybarrierofhisglovesdoinglittletodullthewarmthseepingintohim.
Thetowelwastossedaside.
Reya''slashesloweredasshelethereyesfallshut,herbreathingdeliberatelyuneven.Shedidn''tresistwhenhisfingersbrushedhercollar,slippinginside.Onthecontrary—sheletthemotionlinger,asifeachtouchunraveledherfurther.
Intheair,thescentfromherbodybecamemoreintense,windingandfermentinginthecold,dampbasement.Itwasasicklysweetsmell,likesyrupdrippingintohotmilk.
Hisglovedhandsmovedacrossherclammyskinwithafaint,paperyrasp,lingeringfarlongerthannecessary.Hisfingersweredeft—clearlyfarmoreexperiencedthanJulian.Hecuppedoneofherbreast,almostclinicalatfirst,butthetremblingedgeinhisbreathbetrayedhowfarfromclinicalhereallywas.
Hersoftbreastfeltalmostsmallinhislargepalms,butheseemedpleased.Shecouldsmelltherisingheatinhisnow-unsteadybreath.
"Myclothes...they''retoowet.It''suncomfortable,"Reyawhispered,thewordsfeather-soft,asthoughtornfromherinweakness.
Thesentencelandedlikeasparkintinder.Hishandfrozeonherchest,suspended,tremblingwithrestraint.
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