Immediately, he followed her prompting, his arms moving from her shoulders and down her arms to rid her of the sleeves of her dress. And then, it was as if everything followed naturally. With the aid of more magic, the gown slid to the floor easily in a puddle at their feet. His hand snaked up the nape of her neck and tangled into her hair once more, urgently and fervently. His other arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his fingers deftly flicked at the knots of her laces. At the same time, magic flew through the air, drawing the curtains closed (though the privacy they were guaranteed here with their view was the best the hotel provided), and ridding Faustus of his own jacket, waistcoat and tie. All of these items slipped off in a synchronized dance, with Faustus shifting his grip here and there to accommodate for the rustling clothes.

But he stepped back only just as he gazed at her in a state of undress that practically brought him to his knees.

“Beautiful,” He murmured, his eyes raking up and down her figure as he drank in the sight of her. His hands came up to his collar and began to unbutton his shirt.

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