He had full lips, soft and moist; and as I took his mouth for a kiss, his breath came hot and heavy, redolent with the sweet cream of the éclair he snuck earlier.His breeches swelled with the bulge of his lust, but I had no desire to continue along the natural course our intimate t¨ºte-¨¤-t¨ºte dictated.
"Mon chérie," he murmured when his lips brushed along my cheek. "Je t'adore, je t'aime."
I should have laughed at his innocent declaration of love, but I was too serious in my quest to amuse myself with his puerile affections.
"I want you."My hands wrapped around his neck."I want to taste your essence, drink of your life's blood.You will be my sacrifice, a sacrifice to love."