I look at her. And for a moment I stop breathing.
The candlelight barely illuminates the room, but it's enough for my eyes to travel every line of her body. The silk lies on the ground at our feet, and Clara is in front of me... Fully exposed.
A memory hits me suddenly, the first time. The first time I made her mine... the first time I saw her without anything to cover her, when we were still two people who were just learning to discover each other.
God... It's strange how my mind goes back to that moment so clearly. I remember how nervous I was. I remember how my hands trembled when I first touched her, how my heart beat as if it wanted to come out of my chest.
Her nakedness is... It's art to me, and I remember how beautiful I found her then.
but now... Now it's different, because t
