"Fuck me, Vael."
Vessara's lips parted, tongue meeting his with a deep hunger that sent a low vibration through his chest. Her hands rose to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if she needed the anchor. He kissed her like he had all the time in the world—because tonight, he did.
His fingers worked at the belt of her robe, sliding the silk from her shoulders and pooling to the floor. Then he stepped back just enough to gather the thin nightgown in both hands and draw it upward.
Vessara lifted her arms, helping him, and the fabric cleared her head in one smooth motion.
Vael's breath left him in a soft, stunned sound.
She stood naked before him, the gentle curve of her belly already rounding with their child, breasts fuller, heavier, and nipples dark and tight. His gaze traveled over her with open awe.
"Gods," he murmured, voice rough. "You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful."
