Chapter IX: THE LAST LASTING TOUCHHe rolled over, facing her and the wall of windows. No light save that of the moon shone through the slats of the shutters, its silvery beams touching her body in spots and sputters. He followed them downward, from her round face so peaceful in slumber; yet somehow, even in sleep, the pink blush kissed her porcelain cheeks. Witon's gaze traveled through the tangle of raven curls gathering in the hollow of her long neck and about her bare shoulders. His breath caught as it found those rays fortunate enough to fall upon her bountiful breasts, to dip into the valley of her slim waist, and rise again in glory to her rounded hips.
He chuckled as he felt himself grow hard just looking at her, though he had been doing so for so long. His whispered laughter caugh
