Next time you make love to me, do you think we might go for convention and find a bed?" She sat up gingerly.
Mikhail's arm curved around her in support. "Did I hurt you?"
She laughed softly. "Are you kidding? Though I wouldn't mind a long soak in a hot tub."
He rubbed the top of her head with his chin. "I think we can arrange that, little one." He should have realized the wood floor would not be the most comfortable of spots. "You tend to drive every sane thought from my head." It was an apology as he lifted her into his arms. His long strides took them through the house to the master bathroom.
Raven's eyes warmed, melted, her smile so loving his breath caught in his throat. "You do tend to get a little primitive, Mikhail."
He growled at her, lowered his head to hers slowly, fastened his mouth to hers. There was such a mixture of tenderness and hunger, she ached for him. Very gently he set her on her feet, her small face framed in his hand. "I will never get enough of you, Raven, never. But you need to soak in the tub, and I need to feed."
"Eat." She bent to fill the tub with hot, steamy water. "In English you use the word I'm not the greatest cook, but I could put something together for you."
His white teeth gleamed like a predator's as he lit candles for her. "You are not here as my slave, little one. At least not in the domestic sense."
Mikhail's arm curved around her in support. "Did I hurt you?"
She laughed softly. "Are you kidding? Though I wouldn't mind a long soak in a hot tub."
He rubbed the top of her head with his chin. "I think we can arrange that, little one." He should have realized the wood floor would not be the most comfortable of spots. "You tend to drive every sane thought from my head." It was an apology as he lifted her into his arms. His long strides took them through the house to the master bathroom.
Raven's eyes warmed, melted, her smile so loving his breath caught in his throat. "You do tend to get a little primitive, Mikhail."
He growled at her, lowered his head to hers slowly, fastened his mouth to hers. There was such a mixture of tenderness and hunger, she ached for him. Very gently he set her on her feet, her small face framed in his hand. "I will never get enough of you, Raven, never. But you need to soak in the tub, and I need to feed."
"Eat." She bent to fill the tub with hot, steamy water. "In English you use the word I'm not the greatest cook, but I could put something together for you."
His white teeth gleamed like a predator's as he lit candles for her. "You are not here as my slave, little one. At least not in the domestic sense."
( Christine Feehan )
[ Dark Prince ]
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