She let her hands find his hair. It was thick and curly. She ran her fingers through it. She breathed in the husky scent of him as his tongue ran across her lips and did a dance with her own. She knew that the words he spoke earlier were supposed to mean something important. The end of her life could be near. But at the moment, she wanted to feel him. Fear churning into desire. Shaking her very core.
He began to undo her corset. And there in the darkness she felt the fire growing as he pulled at her strings. She took in a shaky breath as the corset was removed from her body, as a sweaty breeze blew across her torso. She felt her nipples harden as the promises of pleasure began to rise underneath her.
Her hands found his chest, broad and chiseled. She pulled his shirt over his head. She let her fingers roam his chest, finding a scar just over his heart. She felt him go rigid and his breath come sharp. She leaned in and trailed kisses along the length of it. She felt him press his lips to her hair.