She reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head.

His eyes moved over her immediately and she let them — she always let them — and unclasped her bra and let it fall and pushed her trousers down and stepped out of them and stood in the candlelit room entirely bare and looked at him looking at her.

"Mara," he said quietly.

"Mm."

"Please," he said.

She looked at him for a moment.

She climbed onto the bed.

She straddled his hips and sat there and looked down at him and he looked up at her and the room was warm and candlelit and quiet...