Julian's hands slid behind her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra. With a soft click it came undone. He drew the straps down her arms slowly—letting the lace fall away—revealing her breasts: full but elegant, pale nipples standing erect in the cool air of the room.
He didn't rush. His mouth descended again—kissing the swell above one breast, then lower, tongue circling the areola before closing over the nipple. He sucked gently at first, then harder—tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.
Celestia's fingers tightened in his hair. A soft, controlled moan escaped her—low and restrained, but unmistakably real.
"Julian…"
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same slow, thorough attention—sucking, licking, marking the pale skin with faint red blooms from his mouth. His hands roamed lower, thumbs hooking into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down along with her underwear in one smooth motion.
