The knife slipped in between my breasts. Carefully, he flicked it back toward him and cut straight through the connector of my bra as if it was a sheet of paper.
My breasts bounced free, heavy and full of desire, but he left them untouched.
With deliberate intentions, he decimated the bra straps and pulled the destroyed undergarment free from my body, leaving my upper half entirely bare to his view.
I shivered and my nipples hardened visibly. His gaze dropped to look at them and returned to mine.
He didn't say anything at all, but I knew that he had seen the evidence of my body's betrayal, and I bit my lower lip, trying to rein in the raging blush that was surely turning my face scarlet even in the moonlight.
My heart pounded noisily in my chest and I prayed that he couldn't hear that each beat was growing faster and louder than the last.
