She had managed to tip the scales back to where they had been, the urgency, the rush hitting her like a wave as Anthony slid over her. She smiled to herself, but had a hard time relishing in her victory, as she felt his hands moving down her body, working at the buttons of her dress with deft fingers.

There was zero desire to stop him as she moved her own hands to help, starting at the bottom of her bodice, determined to lose it as quickly as possible. The less layers between them, the better, in her opinion. Of course she was thoroughly distracted by the press of his hips to hers, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan that followed. Her buttons were finished with renewed vigor and she lifted her shoulders from the ground to pull it off and toss it away. With that sorted, she briefly hesitated between the hooks of her corset or the buttons of his shirt, hands going to the former on their own accord. It was the most uncomfortable piece by far and once that was gone, it would only be her chemise and skirts between them. Once that joined her bodice, she pulled him down for a searing kiss, all of the frenzied energy poured into it.

Merlin why did women wear so many damn layers?

Annoyed by a jab to the back of her head, Torie reached around and pulled out the one long pin holding her hair back, letting the tresses fall free, hands too frantic to settle anywhere for long. They roamed over his shoulders, along his sides and back, the wet fabric of his shirt a stark contrast to everything else, so she gave it a harsh tug to free it from his skin. This had an inevitable direction now and she neither cared, nor hesitated.