"Richard," she whispered, her fingers tracing over my shoulders, down my chest. The way she said my name; it was my undoing.
I groaned against her skin, pressing my body against hers. "I need you," I murmured, my voice rough with emotion. "Tonight, I just need you."
Her hands trembled as they slid beneath my shirt, her touch sending heat spiraling through me. I pulled the fabric over my head, tossing it aside, before reaching for the delicate straps of her dress. She arched beneath me as I slowly peeled it from her body, revealing smooth, golden skin that glowed in the dim light.
For a moment, I just looked at her. The woman who had been my greatest love and my salvation. I trailed my fingers down her side, committing her to memory, because I knew this might be the last time I could have her like this.
"You're beautiful," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, then lower.
