Nina complied, helping him get all the fabric gathered around her waist before the dress came off over her head. There was a momentary shiver when all her skin was exposed to the air, a rush of goosebumps that rose and faded.

Her underthings were wine red, dark against her pale skin. Nina leaned back, everything in her jumping at the intimate touch of Geralt's tongue. Saints, it was perfect.

She pushed her fingers into his hair, desperate for something to hold onto.