He pulled the suit away from her chest after removing the sleeves, and when he tugged it free from her bleeding wound, she cried out hoarsely. Her barely conscious mouth brushed against his skin as he worked the cloth down, and the heat of her faint, uneven breath against his exposed nipple made his muscles coil like live wire.
It aroused him instinctively, a sharp, unexpected surge of heat, and he muttered a curse under his breath, trying to focus on the task, but with her mouth and warm breath against his skin, it was nearly impossible.
"You are torturing me, love. I know it hurts, but bear with it a little longer. Hey, don't cry, shh," he whispered, kissing her earlobe when she began to sob, her body trembling against him. Sebastian wished there was another way to do this without causing her more pain, but this was the only way without an antidote.
