Sophia trembled with anticipation as Matthew and Ronan began to undress her slowly, reverently, savoring each moment.
Matthew untied the laces of her white gown, his fingers grazing her soft skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake. Ronan slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her feet. They stepped back for a moment, their eyes drinking in the sight of her, clad only in a thin silk slip.
"You're so beautiful," Matthew murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out to cup her face, his thumb caressing her cheek. "I can't believe you're really ours."
Ronan moved behind her, his hands skimming down her sides, his touch electrifying. "You smell so sweet," he whispered against her neck before pressing a tender kiss just below her ear.
