After some unknown amount of time, Darian's mind slowly began to clear. When he pulled back slightly from her lips, he saw that flushed face staring back at him, her breathing quick and shallow, matching his own.
Niara gave him a slow, mischievous smile. Her hands slid up to her own shoulder, brushing against the fabric of her white dress.
Slowly, she pulled it down — all the way to her waist.
Darian's mind went blank. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and right before his eyes, he saw the familiar curves where he'd comfortably rested so many times before.
Her hands moved to his, guiding them gently toward her. Darian felt his mind blur completely. He heard her soft, seductive groan as warmth and softness filled his hands.
But then, he took a deep breath...
...and pulled from deep within his soul a willpower he didn't even know he had. He moved his hands slightly to the edge of her dress and quickly pulled it back up, covering her again.
