The empress's fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over Lucas's chest, her touch warm and teasing, each graze sending sparks through his skin.
Her scent wrapped around him, intoxicating, pulling him deeper into the haze of desire. Her body, bare and luminous under the dim glow of the chamber's candles, was a vision that burned itself into his mind.
Those breasts, soft and perfectly proportioned, swayed gently with her movements, drawing his eyes despite his struggle to stay composed. Her waist, impossibly narrow, curved into hips that flared wide, framing an ass so plump and round it begged to be touched.
Lucas's hand lingered on her arm, his fingers trembling with restraint as the heat of her skin seared into him.
"Gods," he rasped, voice thick with want, "you're… fucking unreal." His cock strained against the thin fabric of his trousers, the ache almost painful now as her nakedness pressed closer, her thighs brushing against his.
