"Eli---"
"I will outline here." His words came out muffled, as he pressed gentle kisses along the crook of her neck.
"And here," his fingers moved along her shoulder, up her neck, the rough leather grazing her skin, blood turning into fire in her veins.
She bit her lips to restrain herself from making a sound but then his tongue flickered over that part of her neck and her arched her neck to him, tilting her head to the side.
"Sadly," He pulled away, looking down at her, her hands holding her thighs, his grip tightening. "I am a terrible artist." He moved closer, his breath mingling with hers. "But I have other ways to appreciate the art that you are, when the time comes. Better ways, I promise you."
His hand snaked into her hair, pulling it slowly, making her look right at him.
He let out a gasp. "You intoxicate me, my Donna. More than the finest wine."
Her hands glided up his robe, up to his neck, as she fought herself on her desire.
It was strong.
Consuming.
