The room felt like a furnace now for me, with Ravenna under me.
I tossed my tunic aside without ceremony, getting topless, and looked down at her.
Ravenna stared back up at me, those dark blue eyes glassy and half-lidded, her chest still rising and falling in uneven pulls.
"How do you feel?" I asked her.
She blinked slowly. "I… feel strange," she said, her voice thinner than I had ever heard it. "Just do it quickly."
I smiled. "I will need more than seeing you and touching you to work myself into the state required to fill you up properly, Ravenna."
My gaze dropped to her chest, to the dark blue gown still clinging to her upper body, her breasts pressing against the fabric with every heaving breath, her cleavage rising and falling in a way that made the remaining patience I possessed feel extremely hard to maintain.
She caught my gaze and reached for her shoulders to remove the gown herself, but I had already closed my hand around the silk at her chest.
I tore it open.
