With a flick of his fingers, he undid the one knot that was holding together her gown. It didn't take long for the strings of the flimsy piece to pull-in the meantime Frey rapidly curled his fingers around her neck holding the lazy strings of her gown with it.
Mircea's eyes widened enough to make Frey chuckle darkly. He bent down to nuzzle his nose in her long unkempt hair, "I can feel your perked nipples, Mircea. And this is why you shouldn't wear clothes like this."
Mircea couldn't believe this man, first he had undone the strings of her gown and was now almost strangling her, to keep the string tight so the front of the gown won't topple down to expose her breasts.
"You bastard!" She pinched at his side, making him wince in pain for a second. He pressed against her, removing his hand from her arse only to pin her one hand above her head. Mircea registered he had bucked his body in a way that didn't give her the chance to move her free hand.
