As the long days and nights came and went, there was never a question of leaving again. She lived for him, longing for the burning sweetness of his lips on hers, the long, surrendering moans that passed from her lips as he caressed her. He sought her out many times, finding her in the tub, gazing up at his portrait, reading, sleeping, and each time when he left her, she wept. How could she exist until he returned?
And would he return?
Or was this all just an erotic dream?
Sometimes, his form was nothing more than iridescent beauty, other times, he was solid beneath her touch. Either way, she could feel his touch burning her, his breath scorching her neck. A dizzying sensation sent her up, up, up until she was swept up in rapture, the feel of his lips on the nape of her neck, a slight pr
