My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 59

Sera

Fenris stepped right up to the edge of the mattress. The heat rolling off his body was palpable.

"Your clothes are ruined," he said. His voice was thick, scraped raw by the tension in the room. "And taking them off the normal way will pull your joints. I am going to cut them."

I gave a single, weak nod. I couldn't have lifted my arms over my head even if my life depended on it.

He reached down to his thigh and unsheathed a hunting knife. The blade was a dark steel, honed to a wicked, razor edge.

He leaned over me. He grabbed the thick collar of my blood-soaked tunic. He didn't hesitate. He slid the blade under the fabric near my shoulder and sliced smoothly down the side seam. The thick material parted with a soft tearing sound. He did the same to the other side, cleanly separating the front of the tunic from the back.

He peeled the stiff, cold fabric away from my chest and tossed it onto the floor.

I was left in a thin, cotton sports bra. It was grey, stained dark with sweat and spots of Taya’s blood. The sudden exposure to the air of the room made my skin prickle.

Fenris didn't ask for permission this time. He hooked his thick fingers under the center clasp of the bra and snapped it open. He pushed the fabric aside, pulling my arms free of the straps with shocking gentleness.

My breasts were completely bare.

The heat of the fire hit my skin, but it was the heat of his gaze that burned. I watched his eyes track downward. The moment the air hit my bare chest, my nipples tightened instantly, pulling into hard, aching peaks. My breath hitched. The physiological reaction had nothing to do with the temperature.

Fenris’s jaw locked. A thick muscle jumped in his cheek. He forced his eyes lower.

He moved to my legs. He slid the knife under the tight lacing of my leather pants, cutting the leather cords straight down the outside of my thighs. He gripped the material at my hips and pulled the pants down my legs, dragging them over my boots and tossing them onto the pile of ruined clothes.

I lay there in nothing but thin, black cotton underwear.

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