Nevara
The silk over my eyes turned the world into pure sensation.
I could feel the mattress dip as Thoren shifted, the heat of his body hovering just out of reach. His breath ghosted across my lips, then lower, along the line of my jaw.
When his mouth finally settled at the side of my throat, just above the mark he had already given me, a soft sound escaped before I could stop it.
“Easy,” he murmured against my skin. “We have all night.”
His hands moved with deliberate care, sliding the thin straps of my nightgown down my arms until the fabric pooled at my waist. Cool air kissed my breasts a second before his palms did. He cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over n*****s already tight and sensitive from the pregnancy. The lightest pressure made my back arch, but the scarf at my wris
