Damien's hands trembled slightly as he reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. When the garment slipped from her arms, her breasts stood proud, like even they knew the power they wielded. Luna's chin remained lifted, as if baring her body to the vampire prince was no more significant than baring her soul.
Damien looked at her like a man witnessing the divine. His hands moved to her hips with care, not haste. Slowly, he bent, eyes at the level of her navel, and slid her underwear down her thighs until they crumpled at her ankles. She didn't move. Didn't breathe. Every nerve in her body screamed, but her face remained composed.
He closed his eyes.
She watched him, her heart in her throat.
He inhaled deeply. When he opened his eyes again, they shimmered with restrained hunger.
"Go, Damien."
And then, he stepped back.
One step. Then another.
"Damien?" she whispered not knowing if she was trying to stop him or to encourage him to go.
