Under her milky white skin, the black velvet sheets over her seemed surreal. Almost too angelic, as it nestled and hugged her petite form atop his round bed. After he sweetly made her surrender, he had wiped every inch of her clean and settled her down so she could sleep.
Dane stood from the bed and loosely draped on his black silken robe and thin slippers. He left his wild cat, sound asleep to the world behind as he stepped down into the living room area. A frown on his face surfaced as he realized Cleo stood by the foot of the spiraling and spaced white stairs.
The tip of Cleo's ears were red and suddenly, Dane wondered if he had heard all that went on between them. The walls weren't soundproof so it wouldn't be much of a surprise if he were to hear their passionate love making.
"I came back to deliver what you asked for," he said, keeping on that straight laced face.
