Compilation Of Short Stories
Varya commanded softly, her voice dark and soothing.
Joren's fingers, flexed around Aris's hips, slumped to the bottom of her sweater. He ripped it off with a respect that seethed brutally against the raw need inscribed upon his face. Her bra came after it, and his breath hitched at the sight of her small, perfect breasts, her nipples drawn up into unyielding little points. "Moon and stars," he murmured, bending his head to suck one into his mouth.
The sensation was electric. His tongue was hot and rough, sucking and laving until Aris was calling out, her fingers twisted in his hair. As he worshiped her breasts, Varya knelt behind her.