Ninety Eight

Dante

When we make it back to our suite, I am impatient to finally have her. I Gently I touch her face with the tips of my fingers and run them down to her chin. She shuts her eyes and tilts her cheeks toward my touch. Leaning down, I brush my nose over her exposed shoulder and up to her ear, smelling her lovely perfume as want surges through my body. My fingers travel to her neck and into her hair.

"We should talk," she says softly.

"Later."

"There's so much I want to say."

"Me, too." I kiss the spot beneath her ear and tug her hair, pulling back her head to expose her throat. My teeth and lips graze her chin and down her neck as my body hums with need. "I want you," I whisper, as I kiss the spot where her pulse beats beneath her skin. She moans and holds my arms. I tense for a moment, but the darkness stays dormant.

"Let's go have a bath."