The sharp, deliberate sound of tearing silk echoed over the low bass of the music, a violent and beautiful punctuation mark to the end of our restraint.
William didn't take the invitation lightly.
With a single, powerful flex of his right hand, the delicate strap of my midnight-blue dress snapped, the fabric pooling down my body like liquid ink until it bunched around my hips, leaving me completely bared to the cool midnight air and his burning, unholy gaze.
I let out a sharp gasp, my hands gripping the thick cashmere of his sweater for balance as the wind swept over my skin, instantly combusted by the sheer radiating heat of his body.
"William..." I panted, my head tilting back.
"Look at you." He growled, a low, guttural vibration that rolled straight out of his chest. His blue eyes were entirely dilated, swallowed by a dark, carnal appreciation as he tracked the rapid rise and fall of my chest. "I spent two weeks in hell dreaming of this."
He didn't rush.
