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And when he finally attacked her dresses, it was a welcome relief.

Her breath quickened every time his fingers grazed her skin while his hands unfastened her clothes.

Finally, he was able to divest her of her dress, and it pooled around her feet.

Now, she was standing in front of him, clad only in her shift and stays.

He got to work once again, divesting her of the rest of her clothing, one after the other. When he attacked her stays, she shivered. It was intoxicating, being undressed by someone she was irredeemably attracted to.

However, when her shift slid down her body, she was suddenly nervous.

No one had ever seen her completely naked before, and the thought of him seeing every bare inch of her scared her.

What if he found her body unattractive? What if her insecurities were indeed real?

Her heart pounded, and she could not bear to look at him. It would break her if she saw him unimpressed by her body, which would confirm that all the insults she had received about her figure were true.

She wondered for a moment if he saw her body the same way she saw it—the extra folds on her sides, her soft stomach, her less-than-firm buttocks.

Her imperfections were laid out for him to see without a scrap of fabric camouflaging them, and it unnerved her.

She covered herself up with her palm. And yet, for every part of her body that she covered up, there was more that she could not.

“Eveline, let me see you.”

His words, like smooth honey, washed over her.

Slowly, she pulled her hands away and let him drink his fill.

He took two steps towards her, and she could not help but look at him.

All her fears melted away the moment she glanced at his face. Instead of disappointment, what she saw was adoration.

“You look… beautiful,” he murmured.

This was more than Eveline had ever expected, and at that moment, the last of her fears faded away.

When he finally touched her, it was warm and intimate, and his hands felt eager on her naked body—just as she had imagined.

When he leaned in and kissed her neck, her breath hitched.

“Your body is perfect,” he whispered against her skin.

She believed him.

When he ran his fingers down her neck towards her chest, her skin tingled. And when he cupped her breasts, a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

She watched as he lowered his head to her breasts and sucked on her nipple.

Her body thrummed with pleasure that she never knew was possible.

A moan escaped her lips. When his tongue lapped at her flesh and his teeth nibbled on it slightly, she felt the heat coil in the pit of her stomach.

And when he cupped her buttocks, shivers ran down her spine.

She staggered back, unable to take it anymore. She wanted him right then.

However, there was the matter of his clothes.