"May I touch you?"

"I think you should," you tell Drakivicius.

He bends his head again to kiss you, lightly this time, just a caress of the lips. Meanwhile, he brings one hand to your abdomen, and starts to edge it lower. You set your feet apart to give him a little room, so his fingers can curl down between your thighs. His touch gives you a surge of anticipation, lifting you onto your toes for a moment as you take a breath.

His luminous golden eyes are intent on you, and his lips hover near yours. You hold his gaze while his fingers tease you, just brushing you, light as a feather. You wiggle your hips and close your eyes, letting heat and chills ripple over you. When he kisses you again, you're eager, moaning, demanding.

He makes you hot and wet, and when his finger slides over your clit, you give a quick, soft cry. You're dizzy, but the strong bedpost at your back and the enchanted scarf around your wrists keeps you upright. His touch sends spirals of pleasure through you, until every inch of your skin craves him. You surrender yourself to what he's doing to you, as your sighs become groans, and as your hips shift against his hand.

You're floating on a cloud of delight, soaring as if you had wings like his. And you can't think of anything you want more than what he does next...