Part 57

When his hands slid beneath me, I arched my back, clinging to his broad shoulders. My entire body trembled at the anticipation of his touch, mouth parting. His fingers found the chain that held my dress together, and he ripped it apart. The fabric slipped down my shoulders, and he tugged it down completely, moving to undo the laces of my cotton corset until I was only left in my undergarments.

A whine escaped my lips under the heat of his unwavering gaze, eyes trailing over the ridges and curves of my body. Pulling back, he hastily tugged at his shirt, dropping it unceremoniously over the side of the bed, revealing the expanse of his chest.

My breath caught in my throat. It's not the first time I had seen him half-naked; I was still not prepared for him to be up close. I trailed over his front, halting at the waistband of his trousers, feeling equally intrigued and nervous.

With my cheeks turning bright red, I peered at him as he closed the distance between us, breathing ragged. Ove