Chapter 8He lay in his bed, his body bathed in perspiration. He could feel the sensation of it breaking along his hairline, down his back, soaking the sheets, wondering why on earth she would wish to buy silk sheets. But Anton Krieger had little time to ponder such mundane matters as the material of the sheets, or why Victoria would buy them, not while the sylph like body as white and translucent as gossamer straddled his own. The sheets rustled like paper when she lowered that pure white form down on to him. He could hardly make out her beautiful face for it was partly covered by her copious stream of red gold waist length hair. Her pert uplifted breasts too were eclipsed by her hair, hair he could run his fingers through. It had been a long time since she had come to him. Now here she wa
