Demitri finally pulled away, allowing them a moment to catch their breath. In the dimly lit room, their gazes locked. With ease, Demitri swept Nora into his arms, holding her close as he carried her to the room upstairs.
He kicked the door shut behind him with the back of his foot, his movements smooth and purposeful. Crossing the room in a few strides, he gently laid her down on the bed. Nora didn't let go, her hand clutched his, pulling him down with her.
As his knee sank into the mattress beside her, Demitri removed his glasses first. Then, he reached for the hem of his sweatshirt and pulled it over his head, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso in the soft glow of the room.
Nora slowly raised her hand, her fingers brushing against the ridges of Demitri's abdomen. She traced the defined lines up to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin under her touch. A low groan rumbled from his throat, deep and involuntary.
