One button, two, three, four...
Buttons flung away from her clothing, scattering to the ground where torn string that once bound some of her clothing began to collect.
"You're wearing an awful lot of layers.." he growled through kisses, deft hands working at each layer atop his prize.
"We could be on it like rabbits if you'd only had a skirt.."
Fangs traced against her throat as he lapped at her pulse. Then kissed and nibbled against it, whimpering at the blood that heated within.