"You''renotdoingthisonpurpose,areyou?"Hisvoicewaslow,half-mocking.

        Ofcourseshewas.Ratherthanwaitforhimtomakethefirstmove,Reyadecidedtospeedthingsupherself.Whilehewasaway,shehadshiftedrestlesslyonthebed,workingupjustenoughsweat,lettingherbodyexudeafaint,intoxicatingfragrance.

        Thetowelinhishandslidfromherforeheadtohercheeks,thenpausedbetweenhercollarboneandchest.Hisbreathquickened,bloodstirring,theflimsybarrierofhisglovesdoinglittletodullthewarmthseepingintohim.

        Thetowelwastossedaside.

        Reya''slashesloweredasshelethereyesfallshut,herbreathingdeliberatelyuneven.Shedidn''tresistwhenhisfingersbrushedhercollar,slippinginside.Onthecontrary—sheletthemotionlinger,asifeachtouchunraveledherfurther.

        Intheair,thescentfromherbodybecamemoreintense,windingandfermentinginthecold,dampbasement.Itwasasicklysweetsmell,likesyrupdrippingintohotmilk.

        Hisglovedhandsmovedacrossherclammyskinwithafaint,paperyrasp,lingeringfarlongerthannecessary.Hisfingersweredeft—clearlyfarmoreexperiencedthanJulian.Hecuppedoneofherbreast,almostclinicalatfirst,butthetremblingedgeinhisbreathbetrayedhowfarfromclinicalhereallywas.

        Hersoftbreastfeltalmostsmallinhislargepalms,butheseemedpleased.Shecouldsmelltherisingheatinhisnow-unsteadybreath.

        "Myclothes...they''retoowet.It''suncomfortable,"Reyawhispered,thewordsfeather-soft,asthoughtornfromherinweakness.

        Thesentencelandedlikeasparkintinder.Hishandfrozeonherchest,suspended,tremblingwithrestraint.

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