"Your ridiculous wizard," he corrected again, kissing between her breasts as he finally freed her from her bodice. "Gods, you're stunning… Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this? To see you like this? To—" His words cut off in a groan as his hands slid over her bare skin, memorizing every curve. "Damsel, you're perfect. You're going to kill me."
"Sebastian, stop talking," Thalia gasped, blushing so hard she could feel it in her chest.
What does he mean he'd waited so long? She could roll her eyes– it was that long ago they left each other.
"You love it when I talk. Admit it." he taunted.
She didn't answer—because his mouth was already traveling lower, kissing the soft swell of her breasts, then closing over one nipple. Thalia gasped sharply, arching into him.
"Oh? You like that, my lady?" he teased against her skin, flicking his tongue lazily. "Do you want me to worship you properly? Because I will. All night. Every damn inch of you."
