Adrien traced along her sides first, feeling every soft dip and curve, every breath she struggled to keep steady. Alicia's skin prickled under the weight of his touch—featherlight yet scorching, teasing and possessive.
His palms smoothed over the gentle arc of her waist before sliding further—lower.
Then, with the kind of confidence that sent her pulse spiking, his hands curved around to her back… and disappeared beneath the fabric completely.
Alicia's breath hitched, her body instinctively arching closer, her skin betraying her with every goosebumps rising in his wake.
His smirk deepened the moment his fingertips brushed the smooth expanse of her bare back—nothing but silk between them. Nothing but her, soft and defenseless in the dark.
He didn't rush. No. Adrien moved like a man savoring victory, mapping every dip and contour of her spine, letting her feel every inch of how utterly exposed she was to him. His palms flattened across her back, warm and steady, possessive.
