His fingers found the buttons of her white blouse, slipping them free with practiced ease. Raine's skin shivered beneath the cold forest air, but the heat of his touch chased the chill away. Her blouse slipped from her shoulders, revealing the soft curves of her pale, supple breasts, each crowned with pink, already pebbled with excitement.
Lyan's lips trailed from her neck, down to her collarbone, and then lower. His tongue traced gentle circles around her sensitive peaks, his teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. His mark—red, hot, and unmistakable—began to bloom against her skin, and she shivered, pressing against him.
"Mmm… that's… too much…" she whispered, but her fingers only dug harder into his hair, holding him close.
