"So, you don't have a dream about the Devil anymore right?" he said suddenly, his eyes locking onto hers as he closed the book and set it aside.
She didn't want Gilbert to stop coming to her manor. In fact, she wanted him to come even more often, to spend every waking moment in his company. Her thoughts were consumed by him, and she found herself daydreaming about his touch, his kiss, his body pres.
She wanted to feel that sexy mouth, to taste his lips and feel the heat of his body against hers. Every inch of her body ached for his touch, and she imagined him exploring her curves with gentle, knowing hands.
She wanted to surrender herself to him completely, to let him take her to new heights of pleasure and ecstasy.
Beatrice's desire for Gilbert was so passionate that she couldn't resist lying to him, "No, he still comes sometimes," she said, her voice laced with desire.
