Mara’s hands slid down Lena’s back, unfastening the delicate clasp that held her dress in place. The fabric fell away in a cascade of silk, revealing the smooth expanse of Lena’s chest—soft, warm, and inviting. The moonlight caught the faint sheen of her nipples, each one a tiny beacon of vulnerability.

“Do you trust me?” Mara asked, her voice a blend of tenderness and command.