"Let me," he murmured.
The first touch of his fingers was feather-light, circling the sensitive peak that had swollen overnight. Salviana's breath stuttered. He stroked her with patient skill, gathering the wetness that had already begun to gather, then pressed one finger carefully inside. The invasion was gentle, deliberate. Her body accepted him more easily than it had the night before, but the stretch was still profound enough to make her eyes flutter closed.
"Breathe, Fiery," he whispered. "I've got you."
A second finger joined the first. He worked them slowly, curling, seeking the place inside that made her hips jerk and a broken sound escape her throat. His thumb returned to her clit, rubbing in firm, steady circles while his fingers filled and stroked. Salviana's hands braced harder against his chest. The tension that had coiled low in her belly since she woke began to tighten, bright and unfamiliar.
