The air was filled with an expectant silence, as if the atmosphere itself were holding its breath. Every movement, every sound was amplified, as if the world was waiting for what was to happen.
Slowly, Strax raised a hand, tracing the curve of her breast, tracing the line to her nipple, which was slightly hard. He could feel the heat emanating from her skin, could see the small shivers that ran across her skin in response to his touch. It was an invitation, a promise of pleasure, and he planned to enjoy every moment.
With a mischievous smile, he leaned forward, kissing the soft skin just below her breast. Slow, teasing kisses that left a trail of heat behind them. He could hear her breathing quicken, could feel the tension in her body, the desire that built within her with each touch.
