The Bedroom

She tilted her head back, smiling, as he held her nude body close to him, one hand running lazily up and down her side. In his other hand he held the plate slightly away from her, teasing, wishing for her to reach for it.1

“Gabriel,” she mock pouted, lowering her lashes at him, “I’m hungry.”2

“Do you mean to tell me that my attentions did not sate your ferocious appetite?” he murmured, amusement in his tone as he continued to hold the plate away. “I’m hurt, Letitia, really wounded.”3

“There is hunger of the libido…and there is hunger of the body…and you could satisfy both of them, if you would only be sweet enough to share,” Letitia replied skillfully, giving his neck a playful nip. “Don’t be such a pig, Gabriel. I want you to feed it to me.”4

He smiled; he could never deny her for long. 5

“Very well,” he replied, and he held the dripping heart to her lips, his smile widening affectionately as she took a large, savage bite, emitting a moan of pleasure at the taste.6

“Good?”7

“Delightful,” she managed through her mouthful, her eyes glowing, and Gabriel’s heart twisted sharply. God did he love her. 8