"You're exquisite," I said. It came out rough. I'd seen her like this more times than I could count, and it still felt like the first.
I cupped her breasts through the lace and circled my thumbs over her nipples until they drew tight against the fabric. Seraphina arched into my hands with a low sound that went straight through me. Her ears caught everything, the rustle of cloth, the hitch in my breath, and I could see each small sound land on her face. She reached behind herself, unclasped the bra, and let it fall to the floor between us.
For a moment I just looked. She let me. Her chest rose and fell fast and shallow, pale skin flushing pink from the collarbones down, nipples hard in the cold air. Then I bent my head and took one into my mouth.
