"I—I can't help it…" she whispered, voice cracking. "When it's you… I become… weak…"
He leaned down—mouth closing over the neglected breast—sucking the nipple through the remaining silk.
The fabric turned translucent with saliva, clinging to her skin like wet glass.
Vaara's head thrashed—pillow muffling her desperate moan.
"Nnnh—! Aiden—! Through the gown—! It's—too much—! The silk rubbing—! Against my nipple—! Ah—! Ah—! Don't suck so hard—! I'll—!"
Her hips jerked upward—seeking pressure that wasn't there.
Aiden released the nipple with a wet pop—then blew a cool stream of air across the soaked silk.
Vaara's entire body convulsed—tiny, humiliated sob escaping her.
"Cold—! Too cold—! Aiden—! You're cruel—!"
"Cruel?" He tugged the other strap down—baring both breasts completely. They spilled free—heavy, perfect, rosy nipples glistening and swollen. "I think you like it when I'm cruel."
