Drystan never wants this moment to end, or any moment spent with Ercilia for that matter.
He loves her so much that it hurts sometimes. He loves her so much that he spent a painful amount of time holding his heart out in his hands –
Praying that one day she'll keep it safe next to her own.
He never would have thought that they would come this far. He never would have thought that they would get to reciprocate each other's feelings like this.
"We should stop this before we go too far," he found himself gasping as he started to tug on the ribbon of her nightgown.
"Good idea," she muttered into his neck while she undid the belt of his robe with deft fingers.
He evidently became frustrated with Ercilia's modest nightgown. It soon got torn under along the seams, and the linen garment fluttered to the floor in two halves. Drystan's eyes dropped from her face to ravenously trace the curvature of her half-naked body.
