James tells Felicity to take off her dress

James leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Take it off," he ordered, his voice low and gruff. "I want to see what's under that dress." The command was unexpected, but something in his tone sent a jolt of excitement through her. Her hands trembled as she reached for the zipper at the back of her gown, feeling the fabric give way to reveal her bare skin.

As the dress slid to the floor, James's eyes widened, taking in the sight of her in the white lace lingerie she had chosen specifically for this night, paired with her high heels and her veil still in her hair.

He stepped closer, cupping her sex through the damp fabric of her thong, and whispered, "Are you ready for what's to come, my little slut?" The words were a shock, but they resonated deep within her, setting off a fire that she hadn't known existed.

She nodded, unable to form words as his fingers began to trace the edges of her lace, teasing her into a state of delicious anticipation. His touch grew bolder, and she gasped as he slid a finger under the elastic, his knuckles brushing against her slick folds.