Yena's nimble fingers effortlessly navigated the intricate silver clasps securing the high collar of his dark silk tunic, her movements deliberate and utterly devoid of the frantic urgency that usually accompanied the life of a warrior, because they finally possessed all the time in the universe to simply exist together without constantly looking over their shoulders.
As the heavy, tailored fabric parted to reveal the broad, flawlessly sculpted expanse of his chest, the faint, beautiful lines of azure starlight that flowed like cosmic veins beneath his pale skin pulsed with a steady, eager rhythm, completely matching the accelerated beating of her own heart while the warm, intoxicating heat of his Level 66 domain completely enveloped her senses.
