The sudden pull left Damian half-risen and half-trapped against Linda. The heat of her body seeped through the thin fabric of her nightclothes, and the soft weight of her breasts cushioned his cheek.
For a moment he simply stayed there, the earlier tension of the battle and the unanswered questions about the salamander's anomaly momentarily pushed aside by the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Damian shifted carefully, turning his head so that his mouth rested against the upper curve of one breast. The fabric of her sleeping robe was fine and thin, almost translucent where it stretched over her skin. He parted his lips and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the soft flesh, tasting the faint salt of her skin through the cloth.
