A Devil’s Advocate
When we ended the kiss, Augustin did not let go of me at first, his light blue eyes gazing into my gray ones, a contented smile gracing his lips. We were both kneeling on the floor together now, I realized, the leather chair at my back, my master’s arms curved around my body, holding me still. At length Augustin sighed, tracing the warm fingers of his right hand softly across my lips. “Your kisses are far better than Gisela’s, my darling,” he said, his eyes lidded.
A shiver of pleasure ran through me, and my hormones began churning in my veins. “Really?” I whispered, relishing the touch of his fingers upon my mouth.
Augustin chuckled quietly, staring into my eyes. “Kissing your lovely lips is like melding with an angel . . . melting snow in my fire,” he said. “And you
