Her breath caught at the teasing touch across her breast. She wet her lips, her confident little smile reappearing as she worked his belt loose, then the button and fly of his trousers.

Nina smiled and leaned closer to him as he shook her hair out; she could smell the roses. She kissed Geralt's neck and reached between them, palming his cock through his smallclothes. Then she pushed, gently, at fabric until even that barrier was gone and she could touch him skin to skin.