“Le bon Dieu, Sybil…” Henri murmured breathlessly against her lips. He wanted her, wanted everything she would give - and more, frankly, though he was far too careful to even ask. The feeling of her fingers in his hair made him shudder, but when he ran his hand over her breast, he still met he gaze with a questioning look.
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Date: 2014-01-05 03:03 am (UTC)