Her grip on the countertop tightened as he leaned lower, never breaking eye contact through the mirror. His breath fanned across the nape of her neck as his hands moved slowly along the curve of her back, coming to a pause at the zipper of her exquisite gown.
His lips never touched her skin, yet she felt a scorching intensity from the mere brush of his breath against her sensitive flesh. For a moment, the moonlit bathroom was filled with silence, until it was broken by the soft sound of the zipper sliding down, exposing her back to the cool air, a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them.
Then, with predatory grace and without breaking eye contact, he inhaled her unique, intoxicating scent like a hunter ready to claim his long-awaited prize, making her shudder softly.
