“No, no, stop,” she muttered, “you’ll tear it, wait — ” She fumbled at the cord wrapping her waist, untying the knot and unwinding it, leaving the dress looser. Then she knelt up, hitching the skirt fabric around her hips.
He was growing impatient, and as she began to untangle and shove aside her skirts, he leaned back and began to tug off his shirt, ruffling his hair as he pulled it off and cast it aside. Then, he lowered himself down and pressed his mouth to hers once more.
She made a muffled whimper as he bore her down to the blankets, hands skimming his naked flesh. She sighed blissfully, kissing him back hard and gasping for breath between the biting, intense kisses. “I want you,” she breathed, drawing her nails down his skin.