Phei's mouth descended again on her chest with a reverence that bordered on worship.
He started at the upper swell of her breasts—hot, open-mouthed kisses that tasted salt and skin and the faint floral trace of her perfume still clinging to her collarbone.
His lips this time were soft at first, brushing feather-light across the gentle rise, feeling the way her flesh yielded beneath them like warm silk.
Then he moved lower, nuzzling the warm valley between her breasts, inhaling the intimate scent of her—warm skin, faint soap, and the sweet, musky heat of her arousal rising from below.
His tongue traced a slow, wet line up the center, collecting the faint sheen of sweat, making her shiver and arch into his mouth.
He captured one nipple between his lips.
