Nina closed her eyes as his breath, his voice, teased across her neck. His fingers were gentle in her hair as the braid came apart in loose waves.

She heard the sound that escaped him and it made heat coil low inside her. Her breath caught.

"I don't think I'm going to need this wine to keep warm if you keep this up," she said, her own voice quieter than she meant it to be, like she was afraid of breaking whatever spell held this moment.

"Geralt." She said his name like a plea, or like a promise, and Nina dared to peer over her shoulder at him.