//CLARA//
The emerald silk gave way beneath his hands, sliding from my shoulders in a whisper of fabric that left me bare to the waist. The cool air hit my skin and I shivered, but his mouth followed immediately, hot and claiming, trailing fire down the column of my throat to the curve of my breast.
He took my nipple into his mouth and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. His tongue circled slowly, deliberately, before he sucked hard enough to make me cry out. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak and I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him there, begging without words for more.
He gave it. His mouth worshipped one breast while his hand claimed the other, thumb and finger rolling and tugging until I was writhing beneath him, incoherent with wanting.
"Casimir—" His name was a broken thing on my lips.
He lifted his head just long enough to look at me, his eyes dark and hungry in the moonlight. "I want to see all of you."
