In. Out. A long, devastating swipe upward. Then down. Then deep again. Livia's thighs trembled on either side of his head. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer.
She had no language left. No thoughts. Only heat, and his mouth, and the unbearable, consuming pleasure of being completely undone.
The heat spread everywhere at once. It started where his mouth was and radiated outward — up her stomach, across her chest, down to the soles of her feet. Her skin felt too tight. Her dress felt like an offense. The fabric against her heated skin was suddenly unbearable, an interruption, an obstacle between her and everything she needed.
She needed more. The way lungs need air. With a frustrated, graceless yank, Livia pulled the dress over her head and threw it somewhere into the dark.
And just like that — shame left with it. She lay bare, chest heaving, completely exposed, and felt nothing close to embarrassment. Only heat. Only want.
