Raziel's hands slid further up to her torso, as he kissed his way down from her neck to collarbone. Nyx's breath hitched when his teeth grazed the bite he'd given her weeks ago.
"Still sensitive?" He murmured.
"You know it is."
"Good."
His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples through the thin fabric of her tunic. Nyx made a sound and tried to get the tunic off her body. Raziel pulled back to help her, yanking the tunic over her head and tossing it aside.
For a second, he just looked at her. Nyx resisted the urge to cover herself.
"Beautiful." He said.
"I'm covered in scars."
"I know. I've memorized them." His fingers traced the long scar on her ribs from the hunt trial. "This one is from Darius's pack."
He then moved to her shoulder.
"This one is from Korran's trial. The bear caught you with his claws, but you didn't retreat. You attacked anyway."
His hand then moved to her thigh.
"This one is from the battle."
