“Tell me what you want,” he murmured. Her breath hitched as the corset finally fell away and he began flicking open the buttons running down the front of the dress beneath one by one. All the way to her navel. The cool air of the open hallway hit her feverish skin, and his fingers moved to lightly trail down between her breasts, leaving a faint crimson line in their wake. “You first,” she whispered. “What do you want?” He moved in, turning his head so he could lightly touch his lips to the underside of her jaw. “I want you to let me see you.” His mouth began tracing up her jawline, languidly,
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