Shifting his weight to the side and onto his knees, Geralt was all hands, brushing his bare fingers over the cradle of Nina's hips just above the soft, silky line of her underthings. He pressed the hand further up beneath her dress as she slowly worked it up, until his hot palm rested beneath the center of bra, between her breasts.

He mouthed her neck, pointed teeth scraping gently before he moved to nuzzle his face roughly against the side of hers.

"Buttons on my shirt."