When Nyrielle entered the room, her breath caught the instant her midnight blue eyes fell on Ashlynn's stunning figure. For a moment, her fingers twitched, eager to hold a paint brush so she could forever preserve the vision of refined natural beauty before her.
Ashlynn had always been an enchanting beauty and there wasn't an inch of her body that Nyrielle hadn't committed to memory, but the woman who stood before her now resembled a cut and polished jewel compared to the brilliant stone Nyrielle had first rescued from the jaws of death.
Hunter green silk shimmered next to emerald green crushed velvet in a dress that clung to Ashlynn's every generous curve. Long stays and tight lacing at the back of the dress trimmed her already slender waist, emphasizing her rounded hips and generous bust. Black lace stretched across a deep valley of cleavage, revealing the slightest hint of pale pink skin that crowned the snowy softness of each breast.
