Aether stared, breath caught in his chest, the world narrowing to nothing but the vision of her sprawled before him.
Moonless-light spilled in through the open window, bathing Sera's pale, flawless skin in silver. Her hair—long, silken, a shimmering cascade of gray—spilled across the pillow and over her shoulders, framing her face in a wild, seductive halo. She looked up at him, eyes lidded, mouth curled in a knowing, wicked smile, her cheeks softly flushed in the lamplight.
Her body was stretched out on the massive bed, every curve displayed—opulent, shameless, inviting.
The deep blue silk of her small inner robe hung off her shoulders, threatening to slip further, while a white-trimmed inner gown clung to her breasts, barely containing them, the fabric tight enough to mould to every round, heaving contour.
Her cleavage glistened, skin dewy with heat, each breath making her chest rise and fall—her nipples just visible beneath the silk, hard and aching for attention.
