"Isa," he breathed, his lips skimming hers, "you are so warm, so soft here," he gently squeezed the resilient flesh; "so hard here," he took the firmly aroused nipple to stroke it gently, rolling it between his fingers rapturously. "How I have waited."
She lay with her mouth a mere inch away from his, feeling his words on her skin, finding no answer but to lie beneath his touch while he relearned the beauty of her body.
He gazed at her with awe, drinking in the sheer perfection of what she offered him.
Within Belle, incredulous feelings stirred at the sensations he aroused in her. So when he gently soothed her gown from her shoulders, a current of impatience and longing already flowed between them, even before their bodies fully joined.
He touched her hair, her shoulder, took her hand from behind him and kissed its palm, then pressed her back into the pillows.
