Midnight 01 - Luisa's Desire

seemed Italian.
     
    "You have learned so much already," she said. "I hope you do not think—"
     
    He shook his head, hearing the words before she spoke. "I do not think you expect it of me. In truth, I find I must work hard to discover what you desire."
     
    "As if you could not guess!"
     
    His blue eyes darkened with amusement. "Yes, there are many things I can guess, but since most would require being shut up in this bedchamber…" His grin turned wolfish, but his gaze as always was sincere. "I am learning because I want to, my love. I wish to move smoothly in your world. Once I can, I will decide what I want to do." He laughed, the sound both deep and happy. "I cannot imagine what I shall be. A builder of ships? A lawyer?"
     
    "Oh, not a lawyer, love."
     
    He leaned in to nip her ear. "Then perhaps a famous sculptor. Shall you sponsor me, donna, if I model my creations on your form?"
     
    "Our guests…" she murmured as his palm slipped down her pearl-decked bodice to her waist.
     
    "Let them wait," he growled, beginning to gather her undergown. "Then they will savor you as I do."
     
    His mouth breathed heat across her bosom, stirring the longing that never ebbed very far. Her teeth sharpened, then the peaks of her breasts. How lovely it was to feel this hunger without fear, to know it would be matched and met. Her hands seemed to drift of their own volition up his thighs. She found the extravagant swelling at their apex, the hardness of his desire.
     
    With a moan of impatience, he pierced her neck.
     
    "Oh, my," she sighed at the throbbing pleasure of his bite. "By all means, let them wait!"
     
    THE END