His hand slid along the gentle curve of her waist, his fingers intertwining with hers as he guided her into the room.
There was reverence in his touch, as if she were something too precious to be touched with mere desire.
Strax carefully closed the balcony curtains behind him, as if he wanted to keep the world outside — because there, at that moment, there was nothing but the two of them.
Evelyn turned to him, her eyes shining in the dim light of the room. Her hands brushed his bare chest, feeling his warm, soft skin, his muscles defined beneath her fingers. She pulled him closer until their bodies touched, and then, in one smooth motion, she removed the unbuttoned shirt she was still wearing, letting it fall to the floor.
