She tugged at the laces of his tunic with trembling fingers, her knuckles brushing the hard lines of his stomach. He pulled her dress upward, the fabric gliding over her thighs, her hips, her breasts, before it slipped from her shoulders and puddled at her feet.
Aurelya stood naked before him, bathed in firelight and shadows. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, their pink nipples tight with arousal. Her pale skin flushed in patches, cheeks, chest, belly, leading his gaze downward.
Lumberling's eyes lingered on her soft mound, her neatly trimmed nether lips glistening faintly in the light. A tremor ran through her thighs as she felt his gaze upon her.
"You're perfect… every time."
"Don't stare like that," she murmured, cheeks flushing deeper. "You're making it worse."
