"I would never tire of you..." He murmured against her ear, a purr more than words, "And I would never leave you wanting."
That promise.
She couldn't help but shiver at what it entailed.
She bit her lip, closed her eyes a moment, and struggled to ground herself.
It worked for...Perhaps a moment or two?
If it could have worked longer, Phoenix was simply not about to let it do so.
His lips pressed to hers again and she could feel the fabric between them shift and then disappear, and she was bare beneath him, robe peeled open and laid beneath her as if she were on display - a gift unwrapped.
Phoenix was a beautiful, incredible, talented, magical, man and she loved him.
And he.
Looked down at her with something like awe. Which she couldn't explain. Couldn't reconcile.
He was the one who was beautiful, breathtaking, captivating. Every part of him was. And yet he looked at her uncovered form as if he'd discovered some...
