The blindfold changed everything. Without sight, every breath he took felt closer.
He kissed her neck. The scrape of his teeth made her fingers curl. He unbuttoned her dress one button at a time, drawing out the anticipation until it throbbed beneath her skin. When he pushed the fabric down her arms, it pooled at her feet.
The unclasping of her bra felt louder than it should have. The garment fell away.
Then his hands followed.
He cupped her breasts, weighing them, thumbs grazing over her nipples just enough to make them tighten. When he pinched one peak between his fingers, a tremor ran through her body.
Vee bit her lip to swallow the sound building in her throat. Her restraint cracked into a shaky breath as his mouth replaced his fingers. He circled the areola with his tongue, then sucked lightly before releasing her.
The pause was cruel.
She strained toward him instinctively, seeking more, but he stepped back. She heard a faint metallic clink. Her pulse spiked.
