He set her on the table without letting her go but he kept her thighs open around him, and put his mouth on the first inch of bare skin like he meant to collect her one piece at a time. Alabaster and rose, every line of her carved with devotion; he had worshipped her before and still felt like a heretic seeing her for the very first time.
Phei started softly at her throat, he moved to the hollow beneath it, then followed the sharp line of her collarbone.
She shivered when the air touched it when his lips left, and he followed that shiver with his mouth until he reached the upper slope of one breast and stayed there a while, kissing the pale skin while his hand filled itself with the other and his thumb dragged over her tight nipple until it pebbled even harder against him.
He dragged his mouth down the slope of her breast and took her nipple into his mouth; he sucked it until the peak stiffened against his tongue—her spine bowed right off the table.
