Her question caused his lips to curve into a slight smile. Her words were so simple, so endearing. It was so incredibly sincere and held all the shy beauty that he had known and appreciated her for all of the years that he had watched her.
Noticing Amarante's empty snifter, Melek he rose to get the bottle of brandy in order to refill it for her. Even as he moved toward her, the back of his neck prickled and he felt a stirring in his groin, not at all unpleasantly. "Of course," he said simply, hoping that his answer would set her mind at ease a little. He took the snifter from her hand and refilled it with the rich, amber liquid. When he returned it to her, his fingertip brushed the back of her hand. "And since we have spent the better part of this evening touching and learning each other, I see no reason for us not to continue."
Melek's eye's did not leave hers as he refilled his own glass with brandy this time, the only sound was the soft rustle of the silken garments of his homeland that he wore. He raised his glass in deference to her, the rim of it touching the rim of her snifter. "Where would you like to start? he asked, his eyes darker green now in the firelight.
Melek's question was also simple. He hoped, however, that the directness of it would not frighten her. He had to admit he was intrigued and had hoped that what had occurred in the mirrored room earlier was just a beginning. Here, however, they were free of prying eyes, there was no act, no pretense.
At least, he thought, there wasn't any for his part. Melek wanted this; he wanted her but, he resolved to himself, it would be on her terms and by her free will what came next.
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Noticing Amarante's empty snifter, Melek he rose to get the bottle of brandy in order to refill it for her. Even as he moved toward her, the back of his neck prickled and he felt a stirring in his groin, not at all unpleasantly. "Of course," he said simply, hoping that his answer would set her mind at ease a little. He took the snifter from her hand and refilled it with the rich, amber liquid. When he returned it to her, his fingertip brushed the back of her hand. "And since we have spent the better part of this evening touching and learning each other, I see no reason for us not to continue."
Melek's eye's did not leave hers as he refilled his own glass with brandy this time, the only sound was the soft rustle of the silken garments of his homeland that he wore. He raised his glass in deference to her, the rim of it touching the rim of her snifter. "Where would you like to start? he asked, his eyes darker green now in the firelight.
Melek's question was also simple. He hoped, however, that the directness of it would not frighten her. He had to admit he was intrigued and had hoped that what had occurred in the mirrored room earlier was just a beginning. Here, however, they were free of prying eyes, there was no act, no pretense.
At least, he thought, there wasn't any for his part. Melek wanted this; he wanted her but, he resolved to himself, it would be on her terms and by her free will what came next.