"You're exquisite," he said, his voice thick with awe, as if seeing her for the first time, though they had shared countless nights like this. His hands cupped her breasts through the lace, thumbs circling her nipples, drawing them to peaks that strained against the fabric.
Seraphina arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure radiated through her core. Her sensitive ears caught the subtle rustle of fabric, the quickening of his pulse, amplifying every sensation. She reached behind to unclasp her bra, letting it fall away, exposing herself fully to him.
Her breasts, full and pert, heaved with her shallow breaths, nipples hardening further in the air. Arthur's eyes drank her in, his expression a blend of hunger and tenderness, before he lowered his head, capturing one nipple in his mouth.
