Fafnir's gaze became hooded and he struggled to clear fog from his mind. All his focus was on her breasts. To add to his chagrin, Tabit lowered herself and dipped her chin while her eyes were still locked on his face. "Fafnir?" she called him huskily, putting one hand forward.
Fuck. Now her breasts jiggled a bit. Her oversized tunic hung lower, exposing her abdomen. All Fafnir could do was slip from his chair and kneel down in front of her on the floor. His eyes were piercing her on the inside and every logic from his mind evaporated.
