Isolde winced, squeezing her eyelids shut as she felt the last bits of protection on her chest being pulled away.
The cool air of the chamber kissed her exposed breasts, making her nipples harden even more into sensitive buds.
Elion felt his breath hitch, a sharp rush of excitement and pure admiration flooding him as he gently set her bra aside. He couldn't peel his gaze away from the beautiful pair now fully revealed to him.
They were small, yes, but perfect, shaped like delicate teardrops. They sat high on her chest with a tiny, adorable gap between them where he could just see the subtle hint of her ribcage beneath her pale skin.
The areolas were a soft, dusty pink, and her nipples were already hard, forming two little peaks.
Without wasting a moment, he cupped them both in his hands, his palms engulfing the soft, warm flesh. He looked up at her face, seeing the sharp grimace of vulnerability there, and squeezed reverently.
